This is a song about "Noon"

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

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

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

She will be in bed, i guess till noon

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june