This is a song about "Crack of dawn"

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

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

Look, by the end of this song

Ill be missing on the dawn

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Print a receipt out of my ass crack for you to eat.

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Up at three, school at dawn,

'til it's like a mile long