This is a song about "Task"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

If that's a fact, it'll take task force to get you back, come on

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

You're facing a task greater, he's chasing your ass

Sorry for being of task i was just looking for a fuck to give

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Askin for the task force to

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

You're task is to become a musician,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

Focused on the task at hand to save my love from this torture

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for