This is a song about "7 in the moring"

One finger in the trigger,

And i just want to hold her

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I’m a star in the making

Huh, i can't interpret her

In the heat of the summer,

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Kids crying in the background

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

The realist in the game

Get it back and shit

In the tropics can't stop it

Its unkown in the inside

He got hit up that same night