This is a song about "Able"

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

But if i die tonight

Who might be able to write.

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,