This is a song about "Five night s at freddys 4"

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Doing every day things, at night

And you're, approaching me right

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

At night, he never sleeps

Everything ain't what it seems

That's what i get at night

These shows be packing tight

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Eating late at night, with my bro

I scream at night for someone to find

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind