This is a song about "Up late"

Of course they all hate

Do it now, lets not be late

All dem niggas gonna hate

So much hate know it's too late

Have you ever sat up late thinking about life

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep all these nights

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

So i stay up late, and write at night.

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I can tell you that this tape

Around me, they want to stay out late