This is a song about "Morning"

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

You wake the next morning

Them people, they talking

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

Get it in the morning like alonzo

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

But what can i do now it's ten in the morning,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

All i know is i drank way too much this fucking morning

Me & mom alone every dinner

Every morning in the mirror

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning