This is a song about "Ye"

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Of what coarse lyrics ye are moulded, i hate people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster too

Ye hit me, let it all out and maybe even forgive me?

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes