This is a song about "This morning"

Not a morning person, hell no

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Woke up this morning fully clothed ready to grind

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I wake up every morning , anticipating

Every morning in the mirror

Even if you not a stripper

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

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning