This is a song about "3 states of matter"

We put a wreath on niggas' career

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

But the truth of the matter is,

But you hate them navel kisses

Only a matter of time before this shit erupt,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Which created 3 branches of our government, executive, legislative,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

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

As a matter of fact

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse