This is a song about "Bad end night"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

If you wondered what i do at night night night

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

Crying myself to sleep every night,

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Do u wanna end up insane with a a bad mental health

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Yeah, i'll be up all night,

Walk blind into a line or fight

Girl thought about boy every night

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