This is a song about "Night riders"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I remember everything and that night

Searching for them day and night

That's how we make it right

My direction good, well-rounded type

Spot tv ona late night

If you wondered what i do at night night night

Killa never let the drama slide

2am on a sunday night

A low life's plight

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

And sing songs every stary night