This is a song about "Gritty"

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Spittin this gritty got you shocked like obama on the debrief/

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Gritty lyrics display the difference in vivid images i make

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