This is a song about "Office mx"

Ever since bill clinton was still in office

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

That i rap like a warden stuck up in an office a lawman, a foreman,

And don't you bring your camera phone

Office chair big just like a throne

Head for his office when the alarm starts to ring

Cut me off every time im talking

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Here i go again, searching for love

Heading straight to your office