This is a song about "Tons"

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Tons more in this game that can spit some sick shit,

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Beggin' for mnm's like there was no other day, could gain 10 tons

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.