This is a song about "Air tight sketchers"

Shinin' bright, everyday struggle, yo i'm rhymin' tight,

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Attempt to scream but nothing-nope, tightened tight,

Right side, right side

Kicked the chair out, just sit tight

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

Everyday we live and breathe the air

No, not on top but down there

I don't even breathe the same air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,