This is a song about "Midnight"

Me and my microphone could be one

All i see is the midnight sun,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Finna take them home after midnight

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine