This is a song about "Midnight magician"

All i see is the midnight sun,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Drake dissin better quit it cause he a magician

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Like a magician she along with alcoholism

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

So you can envision magician ammunition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I used to make girls disappear you’d think i was a magician