This is a song about "Morocco"

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

That'll do anything that i please

I attack you wit une rif

Of instant elation

Got me rushed to the station

The best round here case yall dont know

Return of the king of flow

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Elevating constantly until i'm at a mountains height

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

But it was ma birthday yesterday,