This is a song about "Long nights and short flights"

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Short-term, long-term, nothing was the same, you

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, maybach, and cristal,

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

Not me, i bet you remember the night

I call em up, they might fall through

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

When i get my hands on nines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I get that work from my face

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Lifes to short and fast its like our minds are getting intruded

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost