This is a song about "Sinners and saints"

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

A bunch a singers and sinners

When they twist and talk with they fingers

You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

When all of the sinners just hollow beginners

Cant judge her cause we are all sinners,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years