This is a song about "Marijauna morning"

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Not a morning person, hell no

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

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

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

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

I wake up every morning , anticipating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Get it in the morning like alonzo

You wake the next morning

Bun b, i’m underground king

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Tissues and moans even in the morning

I'm not sleeping at night, save it for the morning

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king