This is a song about "Goodmorning text"

I'm the next kruger, send 'em like text messages to ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

And if you read close in the text you will find

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Give em a text and they down to rock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I wish you could clear off your text box and try it again.

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Hearing the sound, know where it's found, got that fresh text

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times