This is a song about "Light skinned nigga"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

I wanted the best, she was my light

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Am aiming for the light

Working day or night

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Not only had the fiend died

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Couple grand when i rock the night

And get out of my light,

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Mass increases, attracting light,