This is a song about "The straws"

As the tao converted the thief

If you believe then you can achieve

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Shots, they back and forth

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Told ya i’m focused man

Still the man with the pan

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Wale they call me tiger stripes