This is a song about "Call b in the morning face time my phone s in yeah your boy s on line and it sounds like trouble mmm well bye"

Get it in the morning like alonzo

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

So beat me to the bone

Put my number in your phone

Lost your phone? go look for it in the stack!

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

It´s the battle of life

I used to have a nine to five

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less