This is a song about "5 in the morning"

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

The truth, now it's told, cold 'till in the morning breeze,

Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

5 seats in the car we hot boxed in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

I woke up in the morning and it was just a dream.

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone