This is a song about "White men"

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

The user not the one of the middle men.

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men