This is a song about "Tactical"

I don't need no single

And im fast tactical

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble