This is a song about "Friction"

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

Theres no #enigma, just a love for causing friction

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

My friction revisits its.. mentalist synthesis when real folks witness this//

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

So here i am at the store for some chips

Friction never in the pistons