This is a song about "Able"

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Obsessive compulsive, peculiar, i'm not able

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

And still be able to stand up straight

Standin on a table

I would stop but i'm not able

It's late and you stuck in my basement

When you're able to make the statement....

Used to call me the african don dada

Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya

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

Anything else won't be able to uphold

Connect the dots like go, never be able to play me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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