This is a song about "Midnight dancefloor"

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

All i see is the midnight sun,

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Finna take them home after midnight

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light