This is a song about "Black people with no weapons"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Here they keep a rachet close

With these raps we mend, recommend you get your best of men, to pen their weapons

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

But black kids come home to no father,

Impressed with my pimp posture

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

No need to try to degrade, why fuck with people since im not gettin played?

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!