This is a song about "Cooked nights"

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Been up plenty of endless nights.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I mean, like i write, every few nights

In the coldest days darkest nights

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

Hating my macking, they asking

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

While you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat