This is a song about "I wanna be black"

Down in dallas at the all-star game

I wanna be known by my stage name,

She always comin back

Who happens to be black

I wanna be a bigger better beat buster

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I wanna be king block and i wanna hear them scream my name

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Fuck everything? i wanna be rich, i guess i've lost my patience,

I wanna be the odd person

Me and my microphone could be one

And i don't wanna be defined,

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

I wanna get respect i wanna be in the grates,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves