This is a song about "Able"

Baby, you're an angel

I would stop but i'm not able

Who might be able to write.

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Anything else won't be able to uphold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

But why should unknown be able to intake,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Dis-able it in shame

Stuck in this game

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

And still be able to stand up straight

Being able to collab is so cool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school