This is a song about "Public displays of affection"

Her name rearranged displays her fate: exile by e, there's the dang match

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

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

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

Forget to check professed affection yet again so then instead

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

From run dmc to public enemy

Now do i sound insane?! i probably do, but i'm taking control of this rap games public domain!

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Unable to rest 'til i'm sprayin' these pages, creatin' displays of my favorite expression

That's what a public offense is

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases