This is a song about "Marijauna morning"

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

Cut me off every time im talking

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

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

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

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Woke up one morning everything was fine

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Not a morning person, hell no

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

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing