This is a song about "You better tell who the real one"

We about to set this bitch on fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

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

I don't need to tell you why, but you're the one with the dirty blouse

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

And then along came the wrong man for her

I asked the sluts who was better

And what i tell you, you better use it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I aint the one who abandoned you, you abandoned me

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

So one more line, when i'm in the prime of the rhyme. i tell you one thing,