This is a song about "Bleed blood hate love death life missing"

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

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

I shall but love thee better after death.

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Where you belong with your family

Its irony that haters love to hate me,

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

And that's exactly it, your missing out on your life,

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

Blood drippin they beefin and dissin they claiming but they all missing the point/

That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid

Covered in blood from top to waist raped missing all of your face/

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race