This is a song about "Dope lord"

Wanted the lord to rearrange

And i doubt that ever change

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Said they smokin on that dope

Then later we can elope

Rap lord i play god big hood maestro

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

My raps are nothin but dope.

I put it down your throat

Fly as ricky steam boat

But lil' mama so dope

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Peace be upon him my lord

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored