This is a song about "Dawn of the end"

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

Ill be missing on the dawn

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

Since the dawn of my time

And just in time your head is mine

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

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

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long