This is a song about "Midnight dip"

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

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

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Like a line full of hoes

So now she picks up the gun

All i see is the midnight sun,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes