This is a song about "Midnight party"

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Keep the party turned round

No reason to be around

On they twitter writing novels, see

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

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,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

School just finished it's time to party