This is a song about "Ma lin"

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

More bitches in ma section,bad bitch trynna get ma attention

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Everytime you come around

Laying it down playing ma sound

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Isabella, ma bella

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh