This is a song about "I want to please god"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I just want someone to listen

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Lost my nigga over nothing though

I started to beg "no, please let go"

I dont want this to end

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I just need you to tell me, please

Like being garbage some type of disease

I want to feel the elevation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

I just want you people to hear me out for once if you please

Just want it all to stop, wait for god to close up shop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job