This is a song about "Being in love with an old friend"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Its like being held in shackles with an ocean front view to humiliate

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

But you hate them navel kisses

That being this lazy in love is most certainly a crime

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Niggas in the street scared

You were an amazing best friend