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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

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

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

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

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

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And thank doom for his herbs/

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I needed satisfaction for once before i close my casket and find love and don't pass it

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

The shit he envisions and this is his vengeance for the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover