This is a song about "Finding love in a small town of 2"

Can't even help a small child in midst of a fall,

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Like a small garage in your backyard

A working genius, a work of art

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

Collapse, recovery, relapse eminem's 2 album titles in a cliche

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

2 decades of dominance came to a stand still

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots