This is a song about "I sip every night"

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

I conquer the mic, like your wife i'm on her every night

I’ll be there every single night

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

I seem to love these whips - a white

Doing every day things, at night

Crying myself to sleep every night,

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

I go pimpin every night like shaq

Depression is a demon every night i hear it's cries

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I just learned how to wright,with my right,thoughts each and every night,

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

And i asked god every night, why do men always leave my side?

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night