This is a song about "Me and my dad driving fancy cars"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And mom would sit there quietly and dad would make me finally

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

Me and momma been through it all and my dad was playin games

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Looking at me now dam i just look like my fuking dad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Hoes love me because of my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

My dad told them to take me to jail