This is a song about "The decloration of independance"

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Shaved of the face of the earth

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

For the man of the hour

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

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