This is a song about "Mane"

Tony yayo its the devil mane

Now that's what you call a game

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,

Gotta lay low in the future mane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

If a could gucci mane would be ma character

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Im courtside, wizard game