This is a song about "Adoration"

Double m self made we forever rich

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

She guzzled henny all night feelin sublime and then she fucked me/

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

To take this game, you better pray bitch-pray

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

So sublime this is where i work 5 to nine

And i be on the block all day

Reverends on their knees, hands clasped to pray

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.