This is a song about "Existence of man"

And i ain't frontin for her

A man of the hour.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

None of your pals will remember a single moment of your existence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And emt is the greatest emcee in existence

Just take control if you can

The lack of respect that this man,

I’m a holy man, a man of my world

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Clocked into a story of a man