This is a song about "Good mythical morning"

Not literal, it would take a mythical miracle for me to be spiritual

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Cut me off every time im talking

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

Roll up niggas be like sex

I wake up every morning , anticipating

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck