This is a song about "Lord bless my city"

Guess they ran out of options

Lord forgive me for all my sins

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

I'm begging on my knees lord please forgive thee,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Start blessing the lord for my attention,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy