This is a song about "Pot limit omaha"

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

My shit was submarine like, under ship

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Spitting randomly high on pot

Murdered every bod from my squad

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

U grimaced the minute i spitted the slickest bars to the limit