This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

How simple they are

In the heat of the summer,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

The streetz is aint the safe

Just know that i'm always

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'm the nigga with the juice