This is a song about "Midnight"

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Finna take them home after midnight

Reach for the door, get your access denied

All i see is the midnight sun,

See, i'm second to no one

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

And i wait until midnight, then strike her in the night time,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,