This is a song about "Midnight"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

They say that karats help your vision

All i see is the midnight sun,

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

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

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

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Finna take them home after midnight

I’ll be back on the same night