This is a song about "Cold nights"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

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

I mean, like i write, every few nights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

And this will be the song that we sing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Late nights, just me and the microphone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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