This is a song about "Hotel room fucking 5 in the morning"

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

And it's actually 5:20, learn to fucking tell the time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

The feds slower than a can pouring

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Play it in a loop , then shoot, the slang, rang in the morning,

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Every morning in the mirror

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

She only love me when i be ignoring

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