This is a song about "Prone superficial"

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Superficial suspense after the initial recess

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

So i turned to straight bud which i was prone to provide

My talent should take me places i've never been

(when our thoughts are prone to famine),

Maybe im just suicide prone

Gotta handle your own

Im prone to rejection

What up girl, tell me how you been

I'm most prone to taking mighty strides on instrumentals

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love