This is a song about "Bugs sleep tickets"

All who bought tickets is with me,

Walk that body, talk that body

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Spit calmly, the market only gave out tickets

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Cause the tickets all sold