This is a song about "Burning on people"

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

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

Raised by a momma who, who

And if people hating on you

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

People seem to judge me on the daily

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

People will see my ass on the lows news

We all have dreamed about perform on a stage, hundred thousand people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material