This is a song about "Bill nye the russian spy"

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

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud,

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,