This is a song about "Year"

I wish i could live with no fear

But luckily tim changed my year

Was last year, lookin all clammy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I been sober a fuckin' year

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Haters beware, i can see clear

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Two hundred and a year a.d

Cause i'm the man of the year,

I ain't hear you clear

Ya just bought a pair of sperrys like its freshman year

And this the endso good luck with your career