This is a song about "Training"

Training my craftship using people for practice

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Training my craftship using people for practice

Until i started to lose my way

Like denzel from training day

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short