This is a song about "Midnight magician"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

Finna take them home after midnight

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

White with a badge or anyone

All i see is the midnight sun,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win