This is a song about "Cooked nights"

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

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

That photograph is fading

Straining kush through dark nights while reigning

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

The dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you