This is a song about "Bad nights"

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Been up plenty of endless nights.

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

In the coldest days darkest nights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them