This is a song about "Kik is tight"

Hold on prime hang tight cuz this swine is in his prime

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

My flow is so tight i'd probably kill nine before i blink twice, and go back in

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

The price is right, i write this tight, the mics will fight, i'll watch the throne,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

But there’s no limelight even though i keep rhyming tight,

Attempt to scream but nothing-nope, tightened tight,

This is everything that we call hype