This is a song about "The taming of the shrew"

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

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

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

To the voice of the oblivion,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

In the face of the outside.