This is a song about "7 in the moring"

I am caught in the middle

Ok just listen up a little

The realist in the game

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Girls fast how jamaicans run

In the sky like orion

The realist in the game

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I must go like fly route

Kids crying in the background

In the face of the outside.

Cause if you run the light

Its unkown in the inside

Catchin' all the light