This is a song about "To be a man"

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

Come here little boy let me show you how to be a man.

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Third ward general, young cash money

Is this the sort of man you want to be?

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

Oh i miss you man but it wasn't meant to be

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

I'm a lucky man to

Don’t mean to disrespect you

He was the man to be, "richer than a king,"

The time is now, on everything