This is a song about "Feel blessed"

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I appreciate with jesus' offerings so i'm blessed

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

People should be blessed to see

Looking at your money

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

He's daydreaming of one shot of success, under a lot of distress, he does not feel blessed

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Telling us we're lucky, man, no were blessed,

See, you're my best friend

Mother fucker i'm blessed

I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent