This is a song about "Source of happiness"

We both jumped out, looking for the source of the thump

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

Return to the source for the ultimate revel

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Perception for us all is from the source of our reality

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But the postwar margin of happiness is less than the rate of adoption

Life isn't happiness it's the adverse

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Build superior, exterior reinforced by a feral source