This is a song about "Afternoon"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room