This is a song about "Aborted"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Forfeit, just like your momma who tried to have you aborted.

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

So much for me to get aborted,