This is a song about "Whippin the foriegn"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The realist in the game

Wale and we are not the same

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The sequel to the first

It's such a lonely world

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

The water from the past is the same water in the present