This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

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

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

And all the stuff that you went through

What happened to the stuff we used to do?

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

They aren't the kind of people i like to talk to,

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane