This is a song about "Era id"

And talk some more shit

They said id never make it

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now beat around the bush, round the bush era/

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

But here we go its the beginning of a new era

Enough with the sadness, here comes the new era

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I got your number like caller id

Cause big era is due recreating hiroshima at this rate

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

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Like the dinosaur era you won't have to be a caveman

Or id be pumping gas

Little light in the ass