This is a song about "Night roaming"

Roaming the streets wearing retro

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Neither black nor white

Trust me after this night,

I’ll be there every single night

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Alarm clocks roaming, my words still snoring

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Spot tv ona late night

Monsters creeping up in the night

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride