This is a song about "Cleaning at 2 in the morning"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

Striking down in oklahoma at 2:56, the thoughts make me sick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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