This is a song about "Bright lights"

So i ain't giving a fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

A casket is made, never was very bright,

Yo we shine bright, y'all can peep the lights,

All the time with this glock of mines

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

Came to my sense at that traff lights

When i get my hands on nines

From this trife life and them bright lights, 'cuz i be so fly like a night kite,

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Shining bright that's right with no lights