This is a song about "My dad bailing on me as a kid"

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

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

Lex luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited

Let's pretend he was never beat up as a white kid,

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

People look at me as a kid that only writes.

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Obviously on munchies but my vibe is as tasty as a chutney

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by