This is a song about "The riot cult"

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

That get excited about a fucking riot

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?