This is a song about "Year 8"

The vision is quite clear

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Cause i'm the man of the year,

Haters beware, i can see clear

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

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

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Ain't that your worst fear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

You was to young a 18 year old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school