This is a song about "Moral"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Moral of the story has a deep with held meaning,

So whats the moral of this story?

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee