This is a song about "Morgan shepherd"

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

When most people look in the mirror they see

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Thats a nice gun you have

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Gotta be lies, look mom! don't cry! he's bluffing, see that cold look in his eyes!

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

One look at the clouds, do u see me?

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Her lifes a field of landmines

I apologized a trillion times