This is a song about "Bugs sleep tickets"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Bully season, i'm like bugs taking out daffy, now where's your rich daddy?/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Under my skin scratchin bugs, pride heavy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged

Since napster the sales been crashin' and