This is a song about "Midnight dip"

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Finna take them home after midnight

Don't worry just done get inside

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Bitch take a dip before i equip with a clip