This is a song about "I tell em thank you"

Wale and we are not the same

Tell em i cannot complain

I thank you for the attention you give me and everything else

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Mami told me son, hold your own

Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

But quick to get it impaled when i tell 'em stick it

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I thank you lord for everything that you have ever done,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

These rappers stay giving me lips so i tell em below me

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now