This is a song about "Youre still on that"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

But still he soldiered on puttin' on that brave face

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

You probably forgot the bull but that shit is still on your mind

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

She's still gambling, got on hook

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic

I never crack i got that chap stick

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Still move on that time has passed

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Still im so lucky that i met you n so glad i saw you on my radar/