This is a song about "Nights in satin"

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

I can teach you all the sounds of love

To block out satin from stopping my payments

Been up plenty of endless nights.

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

When i get my hands on nines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Inspiration in the game music during nights

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Those oats sowed being rewards reaped from nights i wrote in my spread

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing