This is a song about "7 in the morning"

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

So i wake up in the morning and smell the suns breath

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend