This is a song about "I m morgan"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I"m the designated driver

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west