This is a song about "Morgan shepherd"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

And i’ma need some more patron i don’t want no chaser

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Straight to my lane nevermind a waiterlike lone ranger

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

I was soft so tender

That's real as ever

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field