This is a song about "Gods of the night"

Each day n night, for the rest of my life,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Like night of the living dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

So full of life as beautiful as the stary night sky,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

Killa never let the drama slide