This is a song about "Able"

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Obsessive compulsive, peculiar, i'm not able

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

When will i be able to rest upon this hill so steep,

Standin on a table

I would stop but i'm not able

Used to be able to just snatch em all up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Who might be able to write.

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Connect the dots like go, never be able to play me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

And still be able to stand up straight