This is a song about "Im too tight for a bar fight over a green light on a mottor bike in the dead of night by a true psych under dry ice"

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Preaching on green like im working for a lesson

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Me, the star, i shine at night, with a blinding light

Up late awoken by a bright night light, oh what a site

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Im beat this beat like a light rug,go see my girl give her a tight hug,

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Yea im on the mike im on a hype you wna fight

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Put that on everything these other bitches anything