This is a song about "Death of my friends"

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Inability to notice the smile of death, your only cue and my only tell,

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Death of my father is soon to be felt / how it is to be dealt ??/ is the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,

To increase my ends

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Enough/ the courts are to blame / made me this insane/ death of my