This is a song about "Morgan freeman"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Cold, my style making my nose run

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line