This is a song about "Morning process"

The next day you is everybody target

You want to skip the process, go straight to the rocket,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And sure enough my dad came one morning

My learning word process is still being continued

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Making my thought process sporadic

I thought i recognized her

Every morning in the mirror

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I wake up every morning , anticipating