This is a song about "Tactical insertion"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

And im fast tactical

Ok just listen up a little

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Then i'm on to the insertion, drink some fucking urine mixed with some bourbon

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Kissed a few bitches on the lips, no insertion

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation