This is a song about "Remission"

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Karma's due to harness the darkness that you pardon to

And that's the same reason why he's talking to you

I was so young, never around and it just left me clueless

Converting units until the air is humid, pardon my rudeness,