This is a song about "Cheyenne"

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I know you can't understand my rodeo

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

You're the worse east to west need a a hundred vest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Im like nah im on that delonte west

Middle east/ an arranged marriage , had not choice but to be/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free