This is a song about "Night t"

Most of them niggas dumb

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I know your man ain't lovin you right