This is a song about "I praise you"

I praise madlib for the beats he makes,

So if you done with these beijing games

These days we praise martin

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I don't blame her though...now i see her smiling everytime she sees me in my ford/

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

Baby, you got that super bass

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

With business hoes an college strippers

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Someday, i'll be swimming in a pool of praise/

Can't win with a passive attack

They ask me why i praise like that

Fresh out the airport

Praise to the heavenly lord.