This is a song about "Morning commute"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You wake the next morning

And sure enough my dad came one morning

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

All i know is i drank way too much this fucking morning

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

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

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