This is a song about "The night"

And i rest, because tonight is the night

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

He went to the wrong place the wrong night

But i gotta make sure i’m right

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

You gotta make sure you aim right

My direction good, well-rounded type

And i'll be singing through the night.

And i just want to hold her

Because the night it's almost over

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side