This is a song about "Waiting for my man"

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Im just waiting for a volunteer,

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Magic city tipping them

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Damn... i guess i'm waiting for my whole body to rot,

Waiting for it to end

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing