This is a song about "Chilling with my goons lighting ganja"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I sit here in awe, i ponder and sway, lighting my nights away

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

V2: maybe she's chilling with rich kids and i can't compete