This is a song about "The iffice"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

As the king upon the throne

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack