This is a song about "Dark days and cold nights"

Late nights, just me and the microphone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

They say friends are few when days are dark,

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Bun b, i’m underground king

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

Life is just a haze as the days and the nights go

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Going for days and days unshaven