This is a song about "Neon loghts"

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

But she's not alonemiss independent

And my flow glow in the dark like neon and

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice