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"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

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

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Its icy kash on the mike, and i just bought a new bike

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

And learn to ride a bike

And if i want to go outside