This is a song about "Wise"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

To summarize/ you must survive... with wise decisions

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

I'm everything that they call nice

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

And most of all be advised that he's wise

She don't really care about anyone advice

A hero will rise, he needs to be wise

And spit the wise verses,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die