This is a song about "Neon loghts"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And my flow glow in the dark like neon and

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement