This is a song about "Were ya at"

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Third ward general, young cash money

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

At first i thought you were cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

But there were two peope looking at the sky

African queen got what you need

When my words were aimed at your feet