This is a song about "Duane stanley"

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Osculating bitches hormones, keepin it exciting while on my telephone with my dad carl,

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

We're like martin and gina

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Ya that's right carl returned to fight

Call me walter white, cause i break bad in business,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And inside they think rap's soft

Got ray bans on call me james bond

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes