This is a song about "The lictures"

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

As the king upon the throne

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Wale they call me tiger stripes

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I'm a son of gun

The bigger the the fun