This is a song about "Zax of the prax"

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

Raybands...hide the face of,

That would be enough

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!