This is a song about "Absence"

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Wish i could be loved from all the people but that would be absence

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

And not let your absence phase me

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks