This is a song about "The night is still young"

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

The championship is still mine

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

But every night, i can still roll through my trailer park

Is to be active at night

See i can put down the pipe

But he is still 16 years old a young guy whose raps are mold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

To them the night is when you don't sleep or else life is less,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress