This is a song about "Morgan my bae"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And they can't see the tragedy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

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

And when it's said and done

My words are my rhythm