This is a song about "What are thoose"

Are what i wrote and i sent her

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

But i know i see better days

Drugs are what i crave, find em at a rave.

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

What are we to do when our days are in a deep grey?

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

Are we playing poker, what is your emotion,

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

(you are just what the doc ordered)