This is a song about "Brandon moore"

So this is the time, memento mori,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I'm raw as serena williams bitch and you're just venus.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Cold, my style making my nose run

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

Trying to get back to this thing called love

More known then mister christopher wallace