This is a song about "Morgan my bae"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

On they twitter writing novels, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

Now everybody put your hands up high

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.