This is a song about "Tactical caleb"

Half your body laying on my chest

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

And im fast tactical

Ok just listen up a little