This is a song about "Richard the lionheart"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

Cause there'll never be peace

As the tao converted the thief

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose