This is a song about "Dissing a nigger"

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

The science and the art, africa

We are see it right , dissing a

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But really that dissing shit was nothing more than a fucking fad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

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