This is a song about "Pans in the kicthen"

It's alright, if it's right

In the face of the outside.

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Long as she come to me first

I'm in the the real world

And i love your mind and ambition

Helping the the position that i'm in

Wale and we are not the same

The realist in the game

Spread the word, 'cause i'm in

With a little bit of passion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The pain stains the brain with delays in

Just so happens mine they prefer

In the heat of the summer,