This is a song about "Five nights at freddie"

Nights are still tough and long,

December 4th a star was born

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

Girl back up and give a high five

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Many nights i fed my guilt thru a needle...im just too real look at the game i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Every day from 9 to five