This is a song about "Gordon freeman"

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I told him get his 9 and run

Paid our prize tryna contrive with demons, to be a freeman

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

Something wicked this way come

With suits blacker than huey freeman