This is a song about "Morning comes"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

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

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

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

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

Them people, they talking

You wake the next morning

Your mom walks in and says good morning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

With no receivers had the pickin of a option