This is a song about "The ways things are"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

Taking my time, let me levitate

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing