This is a song about "Fresh binoculars"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Yee yee these js stay fresh for days,

Yeah hail mary full of grace