This is a song about "The bloods"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And i listen to common

The bigger the the fun

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Put expressions in their music and create the face