This is a song about "The merchant of venice"

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

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

The king of the jungle

No one notice your struggle

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Fuck all you haters

Across the face of the earth

You know you so pretentious

Words flowing like the city of venice

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

In front of our building, they was my heroes