This is a song about "Madden 16"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

A kraken dragon guilded pad on playing madden spittin fire

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

So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes

A sick 16 to merk you all,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

He died on my 16 birthday,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Chase me like this madden

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Shove your ass,with your own 16 inch dick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'm 16 i got forever to worry about that shit

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And ya i got 16/17 voted in ma battles