This is a song about "Rap own the night"

So don't follow me home

Pull out the bong, that i own,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Like night of the living dead

If rap is an object it's something i own

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

For now everything just seem so right

We turnt up in the studio late night

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Monsters creeping up in the night

And the streets is getting colder

Because the night it's almost over

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right