This is a song about "Im getting turnt"

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Just like you man i feel like im getting thrown

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Im in the trenches getting dirty with the wordy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

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

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid