This is a song about "Blessed"

My lady, my baby

People should be blessed to see

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

She prayed on me passing that bar

Blessed to be who they are

People should be blessed to see

Lets come up to my city

Fuck it tho i know im blessed

Stop it if you scared

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

Car seats got screens in them

Blessed spittinn /expressed rhythm

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

That's why i keep on going, because i know that i'm blessed