This is a song about "Colley gate"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Steps in and tells the girl to leave out the gate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Taking souls to heaven or to hell, i'm the gate keeper.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

First out the gate last back to class,

So much class, double d’s and ass

Theres a line between me & them and im closing the gate

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

City national bank evolve into shape

And that if i pray to god i'll end up at his gate

You thought this was bad this is only the gate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape