This is a song about "Midnight riders"

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

My drive is like no one

All i see is the midnight sun,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Fly when i ball you'll get stopped if you pop the poor.. #riders,