This is a song about "You could have my old butch cause i don t fuck the same bitch"

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

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Since i was killed by the don,

New message from mom

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

If they find that stash box just one time

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die