This is a song about "Tomato"

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set