This is a song about "39"

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

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

39. i'm the key to the facts,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes