This is a song about "Cooked nights"

All the time with this glock of mines

I mean, like i write, every few nights

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

But you're probably cooked at the moment

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

I be giving work to the kids

Look, by the end of this song

Nights are still tough and long,

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Don't want to be the king

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I'm with yo girl for many nights