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

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I lurk in the dark and have adapted in time night sight

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

I used to dream of you all day and night

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

These faces and places are growing old,

If it's dark, use bark and light the night with a spark,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart