This is a song about "Year 8"

This shit has got my soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Unable to think clear

Cause i'm the man of the year,

The vision is quite clear

Shake it for the man of the year

Day turns to night a new year starts

All on the furniture with no regards

This is the word that year by year

Do not attempt to interfere

And never should you tear

Plus i’m, the pimp of the year

Going to east nexy year

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Second battle, only been doing this a year/

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear