This is a song about "Mighty morphe"

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

You think you high and mighty but no you're wrong bro

This is mighty triumph you can hear the celebrations from the choirs in church

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Need the mighty duck's luck, or a knuckle puck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

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

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat

She got something i never had

You're high and mighty? man you'll die inside, your life is next,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread