This is a song about "Five nights at freddie s"

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

They talk say cool jew na the man

I love the way you're standing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Every day from 9 to five

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Inspiration in the game music during nights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five