This is a song about "Layte nights"

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Sleepless nights, that's when my mind starts to blossom

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

I was born to do the damn thing

I mean, like i write, every few nights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

You don't remember the nights we spent with each other outside?