This is a song about "God bless em"

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

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

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I guess, its obvious that i will obsess over every word until i bless

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess