This is a song about "Marijauna morning"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

They are not confident when im talking

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

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

The feds slower than a can pouring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Cut me off every time im talking

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

I wake up every morning , anticipating

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king