This is a song about "3 hits of the gavel means that the entire council chambers should arise"

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Gave his entire life for the sands of the lost

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You can tell by the way that im offing, entire tracks but im coughing

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Scratch that, in fact ask the whole entire east coast!

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream