This is a song about "Mane"

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Then lost her faith again

But that's what causes the shot mane

So much to say a scrabble game

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

The piece of me that makes me hu-mane, and not quite so insane.

Gotta lay low in the future mane

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

And when you knock knock on the door tryin to get at me mane,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Tony yayo its the devil mane

I live my life in tha fast lane