This is a song about "That time me and my nigga jarome fucked them two hoes"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Give me face like that nigga

Me and my nigga kid, sometimes we talk each other kickin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

I be murdering bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//