This is a song about "Lord morgan"

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

And i made it with that dope flow

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Christianity islam involve the lord

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Mommy got me thinking i should be a lord

You redundant, you never ever change

Wanted the lord to rearrange

And yall niggas the right flow

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh