This is a song about "The articles of confederation"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Return of the king of flow

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

But i gotta make sure i’m right

In the face of the outside.

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Is you big enough

The one who em talks of

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks