This is a song about "The department of tresury"

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

Or maybe theyre called martians, wack killing's my department

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

In the face of the outside.

Halfback toss to right

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt