This is a song about "Compliment the customer"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

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

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly