This is a song about "This is not just another pop song"

// this song is all about the inequality in the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Well, this song is probably gonna be simplistic

Tell me this time its for good/ not just another phase

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

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Riding around with ms. reece and them

This is my break-up song,

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

But this song is infinitely finished