This is a song about "The stress of women"

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

The stress i relieve is the stress i retrieve

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

This is dedicated to the women of the world...

You just working with the scraps you was given

But if i can't batter the women

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat