This is a song about "Making pancakes"

She was always making sells

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Making this your anthem

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Making a difference,

Making sure you breaks down

I don't want no fucking crown

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

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

Balling, but it’s not a game

All while i'm making a name

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Just wait this is history in the making.

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Making me smile (making me smile------) can't