This is a song about "Lisa ann"

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Immortalized you into my masterpiece my mona lisa

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I look like the fuckin mona lisa

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

But my end product is more like the mona lisa

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

We call the mona lisa one, you'll only see the one

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman

Antagonist ann frankly man i'm off the rails

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