This is a song about "Peacock rebuild refit"

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead

To fix what i did to you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Had to re align and not resign

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Back to pedestrian, can't touch the hemp, to re-assess/

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see