This is a song about "Bre s butt and sandwiches"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,