This is a song about "Killing mother fuckers"

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Mother, o my mother!

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Oh have you missed me mother fuckers? oh of course you have.

Yall mother fuckers need to start thinking nature is gorgeous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me