This is a song about "Morning"

I'm the light when its dim, an the sun in the morning

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But i'm still walking, and it's six in the morning

I wake up every morning , anticipating

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

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

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