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"

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

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

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

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Evil like the opposite of the dark night in the darkest night under a bright street light

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

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

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Which you know i'm different, right

Not a week goes by without a fight