This is a song about "Our late night calls"

Eating late at night, with my bro

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Well rick james, maury jane

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,

So i stay up late, and write at night.

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair