This is a song about "Night in tunisia"

I wanted the money and never the fame

Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Or a sneaking thief in the deepest of night

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

We turnt up in the studio late night

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Friday night heavy i'm ready in the darkness

Braggin in the night club,

Uh ha, you know what

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits