This is a song about "Lord almighty"

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Pronounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord

And the world is my church, and i'm the fucking lord almighty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Peace be upon him my lord

Competition on the court

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Oh lord like it's sunday

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

I'm laughin at em while i'm wallin out o' lord.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Wanted the lord to rearrange

When i pull up in that candy range