This is a song about "Connections"

A working genius, a work of art

My connections widespread, got men scotland yard

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Its not about getting connections,

Connections clear to me like i was facing my mortality

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

[c] can i concentrate on creatin' chemical connections you're cravin?

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Enhancing things randomly like connections with my family

And the v12, that's on various trips

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

The connections that tie people together are severed

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world