This is a song about "Resource manager"

Cos i can't manage to absorb your slow ways of spewing insults in my face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Yet i still manage every day.

Then some lady named billie holiday

A guiding angel to see

All i want is you baby

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Temporary the richest, legendary's forever

Unify them, mob through, take over and

It'll be hard for you to manage my advancement,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Gonna rap until this faggot governor stand up to the crime.

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line