This is a song about "Late night text"

I still a late night solder till my last breath

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Same bitches used to play me though

Eating late at night, with my bro

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

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Let em marinate, you forever late

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I still a late night solder till my last breath

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Late night story, yes its kinda boring

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,