This is a song about "The late night dance"

We turnt up in the studio late night

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Spot tv ona late night

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I still a late night solder till my last breath

So take the stage just show me what you got

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,