This is a song about "Gambling"

Better than your bitch would

She's still gambling, got on hook

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Bad gambling led to sad happenings to be

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

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

Back up there gambling they wait a few months to record again

Gambling, gambling, oh shit there's ya man again

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

She gave a hundred dollars like it's gambling game!

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again