This is a song about "3 states of mater"

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

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

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

It's really not an issue

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

In three states you're accused of rape

If i should die before i wake

Rusty knife, i call it mater

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Just let me live is one of my 3 wishes