This is a song about "Call b in the morning face time my phone s in yeah your boy s on line and it sounds like trouble mmm well bye"

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

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

Lost your phone? go look for it in the stack!

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Your mom walks in and says good morning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Up in your driveway, say bye bye

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love