This is a song about "Fair graves"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Begin feeling unknown remorse this just isnt fair.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Years back you believed that the world was fair

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!

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

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them