This is a song about "The village"

As: and while you’re in my mother

In the heat of the summer,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Where the ball meets the wall

Just as you rose you will fall

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag