This is a song about "Glo man"

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

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Still the man with the pan

You need your nappy changing, man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

But instead he handles man

Just take control if you can

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Im the motherfucking man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Pushing in my mama van

If he got half a man,

You comeplete waste man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn