This is a song about "Flashlights"

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

Sticks and stones stick out bones like's a child's womb

Then i remembered the flashlight in my costume