This is a song about "Tight ass"

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Peace to malik and the blackstar crew, they made me tight,

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Security is tight

Bitches this is my mic, spittin every line tight

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Yeah you're rhymes are so tight, just as your ass might

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Shinin' bright, everyday struggle, yo i'm rhymin' tight,

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Flows tight as 'tifah's blood stream

Just to stay in your arms, as you hold me tight.

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