This is a song about "Good morning sabane"

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

I'm the light when its dim, an the sun in the morning

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

They are not confident when im talking

I'm not sleeping at night, save it for the morning

Not a morning person, hell no

Same bitches used to play me though

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Know how it feels waking up every morning

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string