This is a song about "Lyricist of the year"

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

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

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

Shake it for the man of the year

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

Picture this, rising of an electrifying lyricist

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

The failure of last year sure spelled the doom for me

Must be something you want me to see

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think