This is a song about "Dawn of the end"

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

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Haters won't be the end of me,

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

On the throne, y'all be acting nice for the public until dawn

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Since the dawn of my era, i've been a don in my area

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom