This is a song about "Friction"

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Friction never in the pistons

So here i am at the store for some chips

In a collision, i see their ambition

We could rub together, and make friction

All my niggas get together to gather loot

My rhymes result in friction,sure you need lube,

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Get dirt on you to cause some fucking mud friction