This is a song about "Who ses tht"

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

Well... who is us ...who is you?

And all the shit you went through

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Are you comingto the point that your running

Some whore got high off a ses and choked, well that's stunning,

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

No time waste, regrettin tht yu were born...

I be calling who next!? who next!!

Is not far from white girls with big bread