This is a song about "Dark"

That's how we make it right

Stuck in the dark inside

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

See, and now life seem hard

I’m way harder than the concrete

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

(zing)light it up in the dark

Man but this ain't no sign language

A dark room, *stop flapping bitch*