This is a song about "Points of concurrency"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

Out of mind out of sight

No one notice your plight

Ma want me to go find a wife

Of the book of your life

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Of being of always getting wired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing