This is a song about "Cooked nights"

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Paper planes, long flights

Been up plenty of endless nights.

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Endless the days, forever the nights,