This is a song about "Guns money drugs killing hoes cars"

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Basketball is my favorite sport

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,