This is a song about "Kirko bangz till the morning"

I'm the light when its dim, an the sun in the morning

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

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

They are not confident when im talking

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

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

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

And before the sun came up, he was gone

All night, till the morning we dream so long