This is a song about "Marijauna morning"

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

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

All i know is i drank way too much this fucking morning

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

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

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

I got out of bed, right in the morning

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

You wake the next morning

But he don't rule a thing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

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