This is a song about "Sleepless cooked nights"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

In the coldest days darkest nights

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

This should be illegal man

Sleepless stupor, 3 am

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

Under heavy strobe northern nights

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

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