This is a song about "Midnight magician"

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

I'm a lyrical magician with serial precision

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Like a magician she along with alcoholism

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Finna take them home after midnight

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

All i see is the midnight sun,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin