This is a song about "Bless"

Yet god bless them, if he'll 'front his bled bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Tonight you're gettin' christened too, bless the mic, spit the truth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I guess, its obvious that i will obsess over every word until i bless

Were educators and indicators that you don't want to fuck with us

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

That's why i never claimed i was the best

These were three greatest emcees to bless a mic with classics

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope