This is a song about "Long nights"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Cowering on my stage to long/

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

(and go berserk) all night long

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Be shy when we're all alone

Late nights, just me and the microphone

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines