This is a song about "The morning"

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

I woulda done anything for my own

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

I remember them screaming at 1 in the morning

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

The truth, now it's told, cold 'till in the morning breeze,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

The stalkings are costing so i start forging by morning

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king