This is a song about "Morning musume"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Woke up one morning everything was fine

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

Try gettng woken up at 3 in the morning

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I got out of bed, right in the morning

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

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

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Tissues and moans even in the morning