This is a song about "Morning"

She only love me when i be ignoring

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You wake the next morning

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Know how it feels waking up every morning

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

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