This is a song about "Able"

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

We might be able to benefit the whole congregation

Killa never let the drama slide

Who might be able to write.

When you're able to make the statement....

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

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

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

But why should unknown be able to intake,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

But greed and jealousy would take over like kane and able,

Every since then our whole city been horrible