This is a song about "Ight"

Shit, i forgot malcolm, ight, em, malcolm, then me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

The world looking out, they on the front row

Ight so here we go, imma roll up slow,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

She wanna make a movie/ ight hold up/ lemme get my best side

They for grossing a bigger business

Ight, im done with disses, back to bitches

Ight rap "king" ur bout to be demoted ta jester

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Im gonna make this quick dick ight you sick prick imma hit you with a stick