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"

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Rapping for a grip you better hold tight, stoned in every moment cause i smoke, light

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

1am on a monday and im in the basement of the library/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Im hitting out lyrics like im hitting in a fight

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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