This is a song about "Sleepless cooked nights"

Late nights, just me and the microphone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Feeling nothing feeling sleepless

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Dive in... i cooked this specially for you grim,

Inspiration in the game music during nights

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I'm with yo girl for many nights

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines