This is a song about "They want to know if i still got it"

I hope it still got a

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I don't want to do it but if a storm gonna follow me all day then

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Or take my life, but even if i'm dead, i still know things to be said,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

But they didn't know this was the wrong streetbang bang, count another casualtybut it's a cop whose shop is brutality

I want a career in this rap industry, i don't know if it is possible but it is my fantasy,

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Know this, i want you to know why

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

After every show, a dream she hold

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

It makes me sick to the stomach, if they dont want it they throw the shit in the bucket