This is a song about "Scola rochfrod doggetts ginger"

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

White kid from suburbia

Third ward general, young cash money

Im losing my vitality

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

We all know scenery is better with a spark

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

What if you saw 'em take your father and rape ya daughter,

If its not couture, i will not go to her