This is a song about "Able"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Rap games fable, gain fame i'm able.

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Used to be able to just snatch em all up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Finally able write my wrongs,

And of course, my car's off course