This is a song about "Bad end nights bad end nights cats"

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

This is no trial, this a closed case

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Been up plenty of endless nights.

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

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

Know i just call it head phone

Late nights, just me and the microphone

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

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

I know my daddy gone

Nights are still tough and long,

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew