This is a song about "Morgan shepherd"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Cause at the end neither have a fucking father,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

It's been 3 yrs since you left me father

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

My father never talks to me

Lets come up to my city

And i ain't frontin for her

But look at my mother and father