This is a song about "Public displays of affection"

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Love for no other emcee, no room for affection/

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

If i had one, i wonder, would the girls show affection?

Filled with rejection from lack of affection think you're an exception?

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

No affection for women obsessin bout correcting

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You can do it out in public

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

I’m smoother than alopecia skin