This is a song about "V"

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Fave letter after "v," 'cause i wanna double you.

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

And then when she gave birth to u through her v

I just want somebody i can see

Got a v for vendetta,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh