This is a song about "Absence"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Because the darkness, is just, the absence of light

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

And not let your absence phase me

Fuck fame, fuck money

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/