This is a song about "Night by elie weisal"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

I’ll be there every single night

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

My uncle pulled me to the side

And sing songs every stary night

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Trust me after this night,

Doing every day things, at night

Which you know i'm different, right

I was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside