This is a song about "Able"

Dis-able it in shame

I'll never call you bitch again

Finally able write my wrongs,

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Able to call a truce

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Obsessive compulsive, peculiar, i'm not able

Who might be able to write.

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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