This is a song about "Midnight dip"

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

Lets go for a swim we'll call it a dip,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

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

I'm rolling down the window

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

I dip it low, like christina milian!

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them