This is a song about "Bad nights"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

In the coldest days darkest nights

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

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Been up plenty of endless nights.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

I mean, like i write, every few nights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing