This is a song about "Midnight dancefloor"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Finna take them home after midnight

Ain't that how black's do it, right

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

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

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

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

All i see is the midnight sun,

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin