This is a song about "See the light"

Their aint no running away from the light,

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

I wanted the best, she was my light

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

One cannot see light when blinded by sin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I think i see the white light, so my fight's over/

Light the rag, it's a molotov

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

I'll make it through, it's hard to see the light, but it's do or die,

I'll be the guiding light, i see it's kind of like,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type