This is a song about "7 in the morning"

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

I got out of bed, right in the morning

They are not confident when im talking

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Tissues and moans even in the morning

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king