This is a song about "Morgan morris"

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

I could beat you with my wrists bound

Then get out your seat and jump around

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

I demolish a stage, an stomp my negative fan base cause they got bad taste,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Stick a wolf in a corner and he's bound to bite back

Thats what its bound to be

Hopin' that my niggas see

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

I repeatedly stomp on your head until you admit

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet