This is a song about "Rap own the night"

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Rerunning through the events of this fine night

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

This is everything that we call hype

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

We turnt up in the studio late night

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I own rap assets this is something that i conquest

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Pull out the bong, that i own,

Now i'm in the zone

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like night of the living dead

And if i want to go outside

My god rules the day and night