This is a song about "Allowing"

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

I have a cleanness, allowing me to be the meanest.

That's allowing my payoff

Speed up, patience, please cause