This is a song about "Morgan and his love for hotpockets"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Instead of being thanked for his heart and his spirit,

And thank doom for his herbs/

Singing my life with his words

Release the dove, y'all say i'm violent, i'm for peace and love,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

My criteria ain't even that serious

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover

I love the area and all that it do for me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and