This is a song about "Where ya"

I ain't mad at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Baby got back, shows where ya lack of flow lands ya, right in the back.

Some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

No where, beyond where, they already were.

My pockets got paper on paper

Some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Like a voodoo practising spells where they end up taking ya head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set