This is a song about "Fuck her to the morning"

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Good morning texts from my girl and her friend bitch

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

We're mourning from the morning to the night, we just mindin',

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Sucka, i let the whole rebel gang fuck her

I feel like deaths around the corner

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will