This is a song about "Noon"

I a'nt going eny time soon from dusk till dawn tell mother fucking noon,

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

Preferably before noon

You can pick the next room

The judgment day away is growing closer, on that dreaded noon,

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Thoughts of last night, but it's well past noon

And her smile lit up the room

I a'nt going eny time soon from dusk till dawn tell mother fucking noon,

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze