This is a song about "Night police money and dark places of da hood and"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

They call me the god of night and the king of days