This is a song about "Lonely nights"

I won't be lonely ever again

Bet i get like 8 of them

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

And all women who had light features, see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Me im by my lonely

Me im by my lonely

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Late nights, just me and the microphone

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Dancing with models and nights still seem new