This is a song about "Able"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Finally able write my wrongs,

Duck duck, say goose

Able to call a truce

But why should unknown be able to intake,

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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