This is a song about "Fun nights"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

In earth, as it is in heaven

That's when it really gets fun

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

When i get my hands on nines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

I'm with yo girl for many nights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Cold, my style making my nose run

Cause that rap ain't gotta be for fun

Nights are still tough and long,

Wonder where i went wrong