This is a song about "Turn on the lights"

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Taking the stage turn down the lights

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I rip raw rhymes turn the lights off and im glowing,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Ugh, the understudy for the top lights,