This is a song about "Property management"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Treated like i’m nothing by my boss and management,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

For a property in hollywood hills

I turn a mistake into a property

Look it something they can't ever see

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Enough to bring pain to citizens on public property

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry