This is a song about "Going hard in the morning"

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Wake up in the morning and i ask myself

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

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

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But what can i do now it's ten in the morning,

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

I woke up in the morning and it was just a dream.

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim