This is a song about "Year 6"

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

I been sober a fuckin' year

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

The vision is quite clear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Second battle, only been doing this a year/

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

But luckily tim changed my year

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Do not attempt to interfere

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Cause i'm the man of the year,

Unable to think clear

Cause i'm the man of the year,

I ain't hear you clear