This is a song about "Hhouse of the scorpion"

For the man of the hour

When we not in summer

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

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

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

That bitch was racist, got me fired

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

Raybands...hide the face of,

And what i done just ain't enough