This is a song about "One night stand"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Now i'm older and taken a stand

He pries the night, so one day he might fly again/

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Doing every day things, at night

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

I leave cuz she a one night stand, look at my hand hard as a rock on land,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Crying myself to sleep every night,

At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

If you wondered what i do at night night night

Me and my dogs we on the same flight