This is a song about "Break of dawn"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

The ramadan the start of dawn to qur'an where they look upon,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Come dawn of battles thedonofwar on's the floor pawned and fragile

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

I slaughter people from dusk to dawn

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

It's like she got a kick out of tryna break his soul