This is a song about "56 nights"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep all these nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

At least not until my mom leaves

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Striking down in oklahoma at 2:56, the thoughts make me sick

Been up plenty of endless nights.

All the time with this glock of mines

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Sleepless nights, that's when my mind starts to blossom

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from