This is a song about "Zax of the prax"

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Like a male version of lauryn hill

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

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

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard