This is a song about "Man of the night"

Cutting me this worthless check

Like night of the living dead

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Yourself of how im the man

For the man of the hour

Or something that you paid for