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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

I'll wait for him to take off his nightlight and attack his blindside

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Talking about the god you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

I love the area and all that it do for me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And i'm supposed to love you after yesterday, when you sucked his?

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,