This is a song about "Abel able"

But greed and jealousy would take over like kane and able,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Able to call a truce

Yeah, look here i pay dues

When will i be able to rest upon this hill so steep,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

And still be able to stand up straight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

To make karma come faster than she normally will