This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

The bigger the the fun

A real wonder woman

The paper to the pen.

I don't care what it did to them

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

To the voice of the oblivion,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts