This is a song about "Tight up skirt"

I seem to love these whips - a white

Spitting my flow everyone saying it's tight

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Of ruthless verses tight as virgins

Why we gotta fight

Look, now roll my j tight

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

But there’s no limelight even though i keep rhyming tight,

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Attempt to scream but nothing-nope, tightened tight,

Skirt the edges liars built

I practiced till that shit made perfect

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late