This is a song about "Worse year"

Going to east nexy year

A couple of sprites but no beer

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Pound for pound it could be worse

Shake it for the man of the year

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

From the first verse it just gets worse/

And you are not around like black fathers

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near