This is a song about "Sin on your chin vape sic balls pop fresh funk"

Shots, they back and forth

Sittin on bowling balls

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Then get out your seat and jump around

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

Ten more depending on where wale going

My dad ain't have no hair on his chin

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

I'm everything that they call nice

Your balls cry during bug life