This is a song about "Curfew"

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

And sneaking out with you five hours after curfew

I never had a curfew,

Look, ambition will define you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I had them trippin, like they just missed their curfew.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.