This is a song about "Neon loghts"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

And my flow glow in the dark like neon and

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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