This is a song about "Fuck your whip cream nigga"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Get on your knees bitch, let me whip you with a wet rag,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Now i’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this