This is a song about "The wait"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I was lied to and told death is the reason we wait

And i don't run counters no more

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

Being overshadowed by me is yo eternal fate, its something i can't relate.

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

U got the power the might, so don't wait,

So mark the date, set the bait and wait.

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Or closed casket for our troubles

Oh wait, its just the homie mumbles

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.