This is a song about "Getting in a fight with my moms boyfriend"

Getting in touch with my mental.

So pretentious with no potential

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

I fight these feelings with a lighter

Said when i do dirt wit her

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

And never get with me again in a fight.

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

They fight, with all my might,the win in sight,just hand me the mic,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit