This is a song about "Tessa and jay"

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

To em, big, pac and jay, they were my top in greats

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Jay-z, beyonce, and me, i'm one to three

Jay took the time to talk to me and yo i would hear it.

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

But more importantly taught me to pray

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,