This is a song about "Punk nigger"

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

He was acting like a hardcore punk

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,