This is a song about "Working at 8 in the morning"

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

So i wake up in the morning and smell the suns breath

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

We're working nine-to-five at different jobs, around the clock,

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet