This is a song about "Midnight riders"

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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