This is a song about "Morgan freeman"

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

With suits blacker than huey freeman

I'm at where you can't come like no semen

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them