This is a song about "Ballin all night"

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

She gon get this work all night

Wino might find yo' sight

Catch you up on places i've been

Me and my dudes we ballin

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

I used to dream of you all day and night

I cried all night, "why! why! why!"

Damn is your mattress dry

Me and my peeps often meet

All night we been fuckin to the beat

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

You must do it all night,they can't see truth they're blind

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

No big surprise we'll be up all night