This is a song about "Its five o clock in the morning and i am missing you and what we do"

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I just crashed and collapsed,like what the fuck do we do now!?

I thought it'd get better but

Outcast is what i am and what

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I was bitten by a dog in (two thousand and five)

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing