This is a song about "Morgan morris"

You haters put up your guards

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Pens dance across pages,

The game of love

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,