This is a song about "Displaced jellyfish"

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce

You can't be wiping your ass

Smash them like some window glass

Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce

Secrets r hidden within the clouds