This is a song about "Tactical"

See i can only love you when you undressed

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

And im fast tactical

With a honey in the middle

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual