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

Our favorite and down for us to love forever.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And thank doom for his herbs/

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

No room for democracies he's the prodigy and that's his great monopolies,

And his been doing it for years im out cheers

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And my love for her was never shaken nor question, and was definitely

And thank doom for his herbs/

Singing my life with his words