This is a song about "Blessings"

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Count your blessings as we're trisecting into cannibal subjective dissecting.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

If we battle again you better hope you said your blessings.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And bleed out your blessings til you can't be starving less

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Screw god's blessings i scream fuck you

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

On a learning curb of convenient blessings, mostly aggressive.