This is a song about "Hand maccas staying up all night begging defiently"

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

I got the mic up in my hand,

And drink there syrup all night....

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

My uncle pulled me to the side

Now you all are crazy day to night

Hawken all these black basic bitches basically begging for stitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Monsters creeping up in the night

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Its my own drug begging never to unplug for the night

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,