This is a song about "I m the star of this night"

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Because of all the drink i had i can't remember last night

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Who knows, i could probably keep going for the rest of the night

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Like night of the living dead

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I never though i'd think like this, i just dream at night of all the necks

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

By birth of baby jesus underneath the eastern star