This is a song about "Dates"

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Im gna take the race come back on one of these later dates

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

And so i remember, dates like january 24th

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

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

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

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas