This is a song about "Night outside"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Now move back over here to the right

Outside which you call it a wizards pride

Around me to stretch my legs and walk outside

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Suspect niggas don't come outside

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Way pretty on the outside