This is a song about "Mad at myself"

Myself as the best or at least one of the best,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Hurling myself at an easel, i got more endurance than a diesel

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Now at least, im feedin myself with your organs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I mad plus i got a mad shortgun, aim at two niggas and see them both run.

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Drop them off, say a few words, then get mad at god,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Cuz she like the dirty southern drawl that the yanks get mad at.