This is a song about "Traits"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits

I'll chew ya up and spit ya out, race, place, facial traits,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I was born with demonic traits

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Let's pretend he never was judged on facial traits,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

That attacked people on the basis of they facial traits,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I also carry traits from my mother,

Deceiving deceitful, these traits are what separate me from most people

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will