This is a song about "Highest form of affection physical connection"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Yeah, the pains of growing old are physical but mental, true

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Akin to the affection of a shoe-store employee/

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Worthless drop outs with no love or affection,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win