This is a song about "Kentavious morgan"

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

I never crack i got that chap stick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Up at three, school at dawn,

Wonder where i went wrong

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy