This is a song about "Fried nights bye that ice"

Under heavy strobe northern nights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

She never ready to go so she forever come

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Never dry kids, say bye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."