This is a song about "Chasing the light"

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

I wanted the best, she was my light

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Light the rag, it's a molotov

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

But i don’t know what the fuck you keep chasing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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My god is the truth and light

Gotta get into the light

Walk blind into a line or fight

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions