This is a song about "Morgan crawford"

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Are you coming?to the point that your running

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Young'n in the fader like laundry

Hi ho peeps, i light the lamp like crosby

Its creates a path within a passage in time

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

A narrow right of passage is your lyrics, quite a corridor,