This is a song about "Botch nights"

Late nights, just me and the microphone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

It's nights like these where i just stay up,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

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

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

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

You don't remember the nights we spent with each other outside?

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I've spent more nights tripping, then fans of scotty pippin