This is a song about "God our saviour"

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

God bless america

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Poke out from behind her

Your our provider

God doesn't want us to defend with hate in our hearts, but spread joy and faith from nearest to far

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

We are servants and god is our boss

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Your our provider

Say bye bye to her

I am the legacy, the only think above is our god, eminem.

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please