This is a song about "Dead of night"

I used to dream of you all day and night

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

So he sat and he cried at night and fuckin wished he was dead

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

And bear in mind, i'll leave behind dead and blind, let you suffer in a night tunnel/