This is a song about "Mood swings are getting worst"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Impolite n rash with low swings

Nightmares will never kill me/ but are steadily getting worse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

I must go like fly route

Or closed casket for our troubles

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Mind and memory are getting polluted

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

You are all wet,caught in a net,your worst fears met

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head