This is a song about "Blame it on the night"

I conquer the mic, like your wife i'm on her every night

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Numbed by the night and all that accompanies it,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Came to a nickel of weed, and i blame it on her menstrual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And say i’m putting the blame off on other people

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right