This is a song about "Morgan freeman"

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Paid our prize tryna contrive with demons, to be a freeman

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

With suits blacker than huey freeman

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

Cold, my style making my nose run