This is a song about "Late nights on the slabb"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Do not delay the time is late,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Cos here faggot,your name wont have the prefix,mc but late

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast