This is a song about "Party last night"

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I still a late night solder till my last breath

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

To liberate yourselves, africa

No more past, no last night, i'm about to show ya

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

I was up last night, if my ass is right

With stacked rhymes that smack minds right back into last night

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends