This is a song about "Dark noise"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

I talk to myself in the dark

Know give me a head start

There must be a god

After dark, one more to chalk

The noise became over whelming for him to continue on to bare,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Fuck that noise, no way no how

Fuck a line, get in now

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Two for ten, after dark

Snitches here don't got no heart