This is a song about "White men"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

I'll meet you in the sky

Cause men lie, women lie

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Especially if you are fucking white.

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I had never fit in with the men.

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,