This is a song about "Morning"

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

Every morning in the mirror

People are starving, you talking bout balling

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Not a morning person, hell no

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Tissues and moans even in the morning

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

And sure enough my dad came one morning

First off congratulations on the win

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

And getting money is the song i sing