This is a song about "Five nights still heavy"

Bumpin' heavy d and the boys, still chunky but funky

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I find dimes like nine - five

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

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

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

Tryna find the one

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Late nights, just me and the microphone

All the time with this glock of mines

I'm with yo girl for many nights