This is a song about "Lyricist of the year"

This is the word that year by year

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Third ward general, young cash money

Exhale the best lyricist to be

I wish i could live with no fear

It's like my first day of the school year,

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,