This is a song about "After midnight"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Especially, after that heavily news

After i load the boat,

Since i was left with no hope

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Hear the thunderclap after

Baby, you know who you are

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Finna take them home after midnight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,