This is a song about "What s the matter"

Now you ask whats the matter?

And there's little to be glad for

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

No matter what you say you will still find the hate

No matter what how i lay,

To throw it all away

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Every day no matter what i do all the