This is a song about "Able"

Rap games fable, gain fame i'm able.

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Tell your girls, to come join our table

I would stop but i'm not able

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Able to do anything, he can adapt,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Then began a search for a job of which i was able,

And of course, my car's off course

Finally able write my wrongs,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

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