This is a song about "Morning"

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

Tissues and moans even in the morning

And this will be the song that we sing

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I wake up every morning , anticipating

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