This is a song about "1 000 tons"

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

People love hodgy i hate you though

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

But less than 1% plan it,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Letting such tons trembled sin i'm fired since i was in the fire

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer