This is a song about "Nightlife"

I really love my miami crew

I spit bars all around you

After i cash the bowl, i feel like i should just bask in the ambience

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Bars designed to turn back time

3 times, show me your peace sign

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

These bars but there all og

Like a fiend off the best rock