This is a song about "Late night alone"

My direction good, well-rounded type

So i stay up late, and write at night.

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Spot tv ona late night

New school, old school outside

Couldn't fall asleep late last night when i close

In front of our building, they was my heroes

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Rocking raincoats, catch me in the night like a late show

Im still here but i can't skate

I hope i'm not to late