This is a song about "Another service year"

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Have you listened to anything new this year?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Together all the timethought it was true love

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

But luckily tim changed my year

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Man that's my worst fear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

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