This is a song about "Life and date"

So maybe i'mma hit her up and daisy wanna go out for a date

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

So mark the date, set the bait and wait.

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Autism and anxiety have riddled his life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Im still here but i can't skate

And if you're goin on a date mate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Cause when i see two fags on a date

To the dealers , tweakers and weirdos on date/ mesa , i cant hate/ downin our

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Life toppled over and completely slanted

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Of things to accomplish, and write a date quick