This is a song about "Hood nights"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Call the crib, same number same hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

But now your under a hood

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Under heavy strobe northern nights