This is a song about "Fables"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I’d like to see you say those little fables to my face,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Guess u know that i can win fables

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Well people are always making fables