This is a song about "Morning rise"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

I ain't with the talking

You wake the next morning

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

To all my friends reading this get ready to rise

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Know how it feels waking up every morning

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

And sure enough my dad came one morning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

The undeniable rise of a king