This is a song about "Credit"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

You gotta have cash if you credit the visa,

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

So give credit to my lack of ethics as you're dropping your jaws.

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em

Apologetic forget it give credit

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit