This is a song about "Pary all night"

You must do it all night,they can't see truth they're blind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

I used to dream of you all day and night

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

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

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

So all you people out there can have a good night

All night, till the morning we dream so long

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

So all you people out there can have a good night

Better act right, i hit that ass all night

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride