This is a song about "He bae"

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

I was on my sway shit

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Some days he just wishes he could die

He thinks that he can control

De la soul is from the soul