This is a song about "Afternoon delight"

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

I'm not polite, but i recite words of delight

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

One slut won't satisfy my appetite to my delight/

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

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

Hip hop isnt a blight on society, it is its fucking delight

I bet i hit it where every rapper get killed, like

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

But i gotta make sure i’m right

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon