This is a song about "Afternoon"

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

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

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

I'm not moving like a cartoon

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

No david lettermans acting a fool

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

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