This is a song about "Nadine my bestfriend"

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust

Another day as i step out the door

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Wale and we are not the same

My cash effected, my brain insane,