This is a song about "Night time be"

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

How can these fools even be saying "good night man",

So i have no time to be stressed, no time to be depressed

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

You know this night on earth will be their very last,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Before i sleep at night i get excited for the next time

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

And i'll be singing through the night.

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

I be spending on these night just listening to the sound

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride