This is a song about "Mane"

Like a young dude... i'm become mane,

I got that goodman game

Gotta lay low in the future mane

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Floor seats at that wizards game

But that's what causes the shot mane

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

You're not usin' your brain