This is a song about "Come to your senses"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I come here today to put you in your place

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

We were all stupid and outta our senses

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Faculty tripping come later to get your hat back

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back