This is a song about "Harsh times"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

The world seems strange at times

And i'm still hurtin over pops

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Remember when we went to happy times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

All the time with this glock of mines

You better get with the times

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I apologized a trillion times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive