This is a song about "Friction"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Theres no #enigma, just a love for causing friction

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

We could rub together, and make friction

All wale talking is ambition

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Ours in a friction that starve your affliction

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet