This is a song about "You got mail"

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

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Got me thinking you 2 chains

High: that's why they call us planes

Please boo what's your size crazy

She say you got a pussy!

And getting money is the song i sing

Conversations got you blushing

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most