This is a song about "Wise"

Must be wise or i might get exiled

Pay my haters not too much mind

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

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

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Never really been into the ice

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

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