This is a song about "Morning star"

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

People are starving, you talking bout balling

Know how it feels waking up every morning

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Sience say i'm already a star

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

You wake the next morning

I'm the sushi king

She is far bizarre

Young money, d-town's all star

She prayed on me passing that bar

I wanna be a star