This is a song about "Not being able to be with the person you love"

And you know you should be able know what to say

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

I wanna be the odd person

Cut beats, i'm a fucking word surgeon

You may not be able to stop it, it might be too late

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Imma exert and you won't be able to avert

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

You won't be able to reproduce, or even dance to the groove.

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

The day that i'm done is when you won't be able to see another day

We might be able to benefit the whole congregation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for