This is a song about "Lights kin girls"

It's a -- situation

For my like-minded kin,

We should appreciate the girls

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

And this shit is passed down to our next of kin,

Symbolic of sheer will, the top rapper's next of kin i'm here still

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Taking the stage turn down the lights

Shining bright that's right with no lights

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Please hold your applause

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin