This is a song about "I cope one scar and that s the end"

And i doubt that ever change

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

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

I go to just take one and i end up like having eight

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

End the segregation and all that aggravation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Pardon me, the scar from heat, that he couldnt perform

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I can sense the end aint gunna be a sweet one

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

And in the end i hear you're not even really that well equipped.