This is a song about "Morning sun"

Every morning in the mirror

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tissues and moans even in the morning

You know that love is a very serious thing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I care for you more than sun

But girl you got me open

Then, in the blazin sun,

I wake up every morning , anticipating

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