This is a song about "The 313"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The bigger the the fun

Two reflections into one

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama