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"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Not a week goes by without a fight

And learn to ride a bike

And girl you damn right

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

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