This is a song about "Up all night"

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

Up on the mike flowin true all night, no doubt but what good do you do?

I walked up and asked what's wrong

(and go berserk) all night long

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Yeah, spent the night up in vegas

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

Kay we're back, up all night, kinda pensive

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

And you're approaching me right

And drink there syrup all night....

Because of all the drink i had i can't remember last night

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside