This is a song about "Able"

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Being able to collab is so cool

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

Able to do anything, he can adapt,

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Who might be able to write.

Jungle fever for the night

As i light one for ill will

I would stop but i'm not able

So i'm writing you this letter

If i'll be able to endeavor

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Finally able write my wrongs,