This is a song about "An able about"

And still be able to stand up straight

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Lets talk about when they hear my rap theyre jaws are gonna drop with an

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Its about time i put this to an end

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Love turns into pain

Dis-able it in shame

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

But greed and jealousy would take over like kane and able,

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.