This is a song about "After midnight"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Especially, after that heavily news

Addressing anyone after me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

After i spark up the haze,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

After the fire, comes the rain

Whole cemeteries named after me

We got money to go get baby

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Wrap that blunt under after

Every night after ten

Then lost my faith again

I'm after lady boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil