This is a song about "Absence of longing"

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Of being of always getting wired

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Of which im not exactly proud of,

My criteria ain't even that serious

Out of this coviction of feelings

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Beaches of normandy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators