This is a song about "Weber s model of bureacracies"

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

Bitch you should see my wallet

You based your life off of 50's shit

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But the same deposition take it every time

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s