This is a song about "Court dates"

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

If you try to give it to me at the door

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

And so i remember, dates like january 24th

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I am walking around the court sippin lean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

They've threats with time and court and chores

Huh, a metaphor of course

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates