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

You wake the next morning

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Tissues and moans even in the morning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing