This is a song about "Cough syrup"

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

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

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Gotta work - slight work

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I have that maple syrup urine disease,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

I cough, i thought this thunderfuck was creating a mirage,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

But i drown my blunts and my swishers in all of this syrup