This is a song about "Smoking pot with the bros"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Snap crackle pop your lyrics i tossed into the boiling pot,

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And getting money is the song i sing

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

That cellphone that i bought

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Where god at? i need to call him

This is the part where we run hip hop

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck