This is a song about "Fake nights"

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Ur love was always fake

She self made, i'm self made

We just want you back at home

Late nights, just me and the microphone

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

In the coldest days darkest nights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights