This is a song about "Morgan shepherd"

I look out into the world as far as eyes can see

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Fucked up preacher fuck all world religion my life is a fucking teacher

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Like i'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,

When i look into the mirror what do i see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Mama made her pretty

I look around no one i see

I'm not a sheperd, no martyrdom for me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby