This is a song about "Turn out the lights im tired and i want to sleep"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

We bout to set it off, turn the lights on,

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I’m the reason rapper’s sleep with the lights on/

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I sit and i write pickin' fights with the lights

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Or burn a fuse and thats lights out and ill leave that option up to you

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Even you turn the lights out the show is going on

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Im tired of beef and the passion of negativity passin so i gotta be