This is a song about "Chilling with the fam"

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

Fam 2s me a blem, dishonor on the jakes

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Metronome, chilling with better whores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/