This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Of bad bitches and good tree

A military mind mean money

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man