This is a song about "Lighting designer"

Lighting up the jays, that i want in my brain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

In their designer jean's back

The door crack, niggas all black

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I sit here in awe, i ponder and sway, lighting my nights away

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay