This is a song about "Marry the night"

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I conquer the mic, like your wife i'm on her every night

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

My god rules the day and night

Killa never let the drama slide

My god come before this bread

Like night of the living dead

Rerunning through the events of this fine night

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride