This is a song about "Books lit match crayon green jigglypuff"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Focused on the hooks instead of my books

And a lit match, get back, or under your ass i'll set a fire/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

The real muscle in the message of that

I'm like a light-bulb my mind lit

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

I make it seem like i'm a mismatch with a lit match and my homelife is kerosene

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Or all the times that i got lit.