This is a song about "Another shawty like mine"

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

You act like one another

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And that's just unacceptable, when terrible shit like mine stays inaccessible

It was refreshing but a tussle, life repays the respecting and the humble

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I choose that not mine, sadistic like another crime statistic

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Shawty walks up, i say "damn" like a beaver,

Crack lookin' at me like "you sell me, won't you be mine",

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Whens the last time you heard rhymes like mine? (its been a long time)