This is a song about "Tactical caleb"

I'm fried from this ripple

And im fast tactical

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Half your body laying on my chest

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

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

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will