This is a song about "God bless em"

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

These were three greatest emcees to bless a mic with classics

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight