This is a song about "Lighting designer"

See, you niggas hated and i levitated further

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

& with thunderous raps i throw lighting in smacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

I capture lighting in a bottle and release it when i please

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh