This is a song about "Moral"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

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

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Moral of the story has a deep with held meaning,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing