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

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

3 in the morning worried you have a noose

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

27. wake up in the morning and get to recording,

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I got out of bed, right in the morning

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Wake up in the morning and i go bout my way

Watch them get they monica on all day