This is a song about "In the morning time"

The truth, now it's told, cold 'till in the morning breeze,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

27. wake up in the morning and get to recording,

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

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

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin