This is a song about "Mid night"

No one notice your plight

Spot tv ona late night

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/

Girl thought about boy every night

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

I’ll be there every single night

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And if i want to go outside

And i could tell you everything that night

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk