This is a song about "Tighter"

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I'm taking up my own bars, you know that my flow's tighter,

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Better hold on a little tighter here i go

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Rap game tighter that shabazz shoe strings

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'll shine brighter, rhyme tighter, and then snatch the trophy,

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk