This is a song about "Waking up late"

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Waking up in the hospital a few weeks later,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

That rapbox shit, its over with like waking up when that coma quit

So i stay up late, and write at night.

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The game up wouldn't wait up fore its too late cause

This is everything that we call hype

We turnt up in the studio late night

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up