This is a song about "Girls night out"

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Got girls that turn dykes over night like it happened all a sudden

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

We should appreciate the girls

Talking of the gods you serve