This is a song about "Virtual intimacy"

Constantly raising tension with more dissing,

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

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

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

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

Cause i'm a sexual criminal,

I got rich from a little struggle

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

What you spit is sign of the coefficient of viscosity,