This is a song about "Late nights"

In the coldest days darkest nights

Paper planes, long flights

Cus now nigga its to late

But i do quite well with all the bait

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Don't want to be the king

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Gotta change now before its way too late

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

I mean, like i write, every few nights