This is a song about "Morgan morris"

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

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

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

We took a salmon leap to become the uk

I'll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat