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

Nights are still tough and long,

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I find dimes like nine - five

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Freddy collapsed screaming and then went still

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Close your eyes for freddy but open em for jason,say my name five times fats and its me

Inspiration in the game music during nights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines