This is a song about "Free at last"

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

This drinkin shit has started to bore me at last.

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

The pain, the rash, is done at last, the gun is cocked, clock stops

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

Cuz there's no comin' back from the last, at least that's science's take

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

I saw you for the last time, eyes gazing at mine

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession