This is a song about "Tiding into the night"

I'm staring out my blinds right into the night sky

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

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

And you're, approaching me right

Like night of the living dead

Kick back and know yo son set

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Monsters creeping up in the night

Absent as the night grew.

I'll tell you baby that we're through

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

My god rules the day and night

He went to the wrong place the wrong night

Not only had the fiend died

My direction good, well-rounded type

And i rest, because tonight is the night