This is a song about "Manager"

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I'm love stoned and i could swear

E= eater and mc's beware

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Its working season for egyptian farmer shenti

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

When i'm in need i make that call

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Is my life,you consider it my call