This is a song about "Artistic ability"

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

Takes over their artistic need

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Maybe one day, ill have the ability to make a difference

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So the ability to hit the loins of the media see admittedly