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"

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

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

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

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

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck