Hi Lil Wayne… Lyrics – Token

Hi Lil Wayne… Lyrics Meaning

[Verse 1]
Token kicks things off by telling us to excuse his bold personality—he knows he stands out. He feels like he’s stuck between good and bad vibes, kind of lost between right and wrong. There’s this idea that he carries negative energy or bad luck around, like skipping a traditional event brought on some kind of curse. He brags about how other rappers can’t keep up and even quit when they try. He jokes that if his album flops, great—he’ll just diss other rappers to make money, and he already has a list ready. Then he gets personal, talking about how he used to be overweight and awkward, even having melted candy in his pocket. But at 12, he turned his life around, got into fitness like The Rock, and now uses that same energy to crush rappers lyrically. He says he’s so powerful with words he lifts them “to Goddess,” flipping gender norms by calling God a woman. Then things get graphic and wild, showing his rebellious, explicit style. When the beat drops, he mocks people saying he’s trying too hard—he believes they’d do the same if they had his talent. He’s not interested in being average or fitting in. No matter what type of beat you give him—country, pop, or dance—he destroys it. He compares himself to a contortionist because he can twist and stretch into any style or space that others can’t. He’s always working, but jokes that his booking agent takes too much money. Then it turns raunchy again with a joke about leaving so much DNA behind it’s like an orphanage. He ends with a wild line about needing visitation rights to see the girl’s face because of all the “kids” he’s metaphorically left there—keeping the song edgy and raw.

[Verse 2]
Here, Token is coming in full confidence, saying line-for-line, he’s the best rapper out there. He compares his flow to fire—so hot it lights his cigar. He makes a funny reference to Charizard, the fire-breathing Pokémon, tying it into the way he spits flames. He casually flexes that he’s got assistants and a receptionist, showing off his growing success. He brings in religion and heritage, saying he’s spiritual, has big energy, and jokes about being Egyptian because other rappers are “mid” or average. Then he goes Olympic-level because he’s here to win, and he’s like a gymnast because he flips his money smartly. He takes it dark with a joke about being sadistic, saying he pays attention to little things—like keeping his car detailed often, turning even that into a flex. He admits he’s been reckless, even in the past when he and his crew would hustle at laundromats just to scrape up money for drinks and cigarettes. He throws in a cheeky line about a girl getting a tattoo of his name on her chest—literal and cocky. He tries not to be petty, but can’t help clowning the girl for always being in some kind of drama. Alcohol plays a role here too—he jokes about needing a lie detector on his drawer because the liquor’s calling him. He’s tossing vodka bottles back like nothing, even compares it to ripping plastic shopping bags. He wears his Boston pride and knows he comes off like a bad sport—dusty car, beat-up sneakers, and all. His crew’s messy and wild, like they’re headed for disaster. He tells a story about a drunk girl messing up his Uber rating—real, chaotic life stuff. Then he hits a heavier note, saying he often raps about family trauma, and when he’s at funerals, it’s like a kid at a candy store—confused, maybe numb, maybe just trying to cope with pain in his own twisted way.

[Verse 3]
This part keeps up the playful energy. He starts with a lollipop image, maybe showing he’s still got some innocence, or he’s just having fun. He says he’s like the second hand on a clock—fast-moving, always on the go, but still part of the bigger picture. Then he throws in a clever line about giving away his “seed” like a rotten apple—probably a crude metaphor about s*x. He talks about being on tour and staying at cheap hotels, like the travel lodge, keeping it humble despite his fame. He compares rap to a sport and proudly says he never loses. Then there’s a knock at the door—it’s probably a nod to groupies or fans—and he ties it into a comic book reference, saying he made her body move like Fantastic Four. He keeps the joke going, saying he made the bedrock like the rapper Young Money did. Then he flips it into s*xual humor again, saying what she thought was a “gut feeling” was just him. He ends with a confident line about not getting cut off—he’s only been “cut” once, during circumcision—and now he’s in control. He even jokes about dating older women, calling himself her peloton, like he’s the workout she keeps coming back to.

[Verse 4]
Token picks up right from the last line, running with the “peloton” nickname. He’s calling himself someone she keeps riding, both s*xually and emotionally. Then he plays with the phrase “egg me on,” referring to both her pushing him and the idea of her saving eggs for their possible future together—kind of a weird mix of intimacy and pressure. He reflects on how whenever he’s doing great, life starts throwing pressure at him again. He had to cut ties with a girl and makes a wordplay joke with “Final Cut,” like editing a video. When he says he’s got green on him, it’s both money and a leprechaun joke. He says he never had a stepmom, but he bought his mom a four-story house, so he gave her “a lot of steps.” It’s a funny but touching way to show love. Then he addresses how people keep comparing him to another rapper with sweaty palms—maybe Eminem—but says he doesn’t sweat it. He jokes that he has no class, like someone making a b0mb threat at school. His label wants short-form stuff, but he’s got a short temper—another play on words. He then makes a bold statement about his Jewish identity, saying he’s not the “kosher” kind—basically, he doesn’t follow the rules. He references “Passover” and guns in the same breath—edgy and risky. He swears he’s not a school shooter, just dresses like one, and says he’s not violent, just close to that kind of chaos. He didn’t pray for this talent—it just came to him. He owns up to doing wrong things but keeps it real. He talks about growing up poor with his brother, so close they might as well have been intimate—it’s a weird joke, but it’s meant to show deep loyalty. He mentions his label, *Never Too Different*, and how he stacks money quietly, like hiding it under the table. Then he goes back to wild humor, talking about a girl doing drügs and how he left his “kids” on her nose—gross, but Token doesn’t hold back. He challenges other rappers, saying they claim to be raw, but he’s the rawest. He shouts out a girl named Rachel—maybe a fan or friend. He reflects on how far he’s come since his earlier projects and says he’s recording at home but still chill under pressure. He’s only 26 and doesn’t want kids yet, just wants to connect with his fans. Then he pokes fun at the band Sleep Token, saying his mom thinks it’s a bedtime routine. He won’t lie in his songs, even if it hurts his fame. He says he’s from Massachusetts—dropping that with a lot of pride and swearing. He explains why he dropped the track on Friday the 13th—it’s seen as bad luck, and that’s the point. He wants people to know he never relies on luck, only work. He doesn’t make music for people trying to fit in—he stays “never too different,” even if he’s not supposed to be here. He ends with a casual flex—his project drops in a week.