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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

It's no blessing, it's the worst form of suppression

This time a heavier form of methamphetamine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

From these objects of affection,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

That needs some type of life form

Everyday a star is born

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

But little to no interest after election

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain