This is a song about "Friday night lights"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Came to my sense at that traff lights

Lights flash till i go awol

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

If friday ain't the thirteenth, it's still gonna be murder scene

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

From this trife life and them bright lights, 'cuz i be so fly like a night kite,

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Ugh, the understudy for the top lights,

My bars are like a store on black friday

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Taking the stage turn down the lights

Wale they call me tiger stripes