This is a song about "Absence of longing"

Of being of always getting wired

And i been all around the world

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

What them tippers don't see

And not let your absence phase me

Out of mind out of sight

Left, right, left, right

Of potential cases

On the slow jam of love

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since