This is a song about "Lord bless my city"

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

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Then asking my identity

I would say fuck my city

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

I pray the lord my guns to keep

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

...i hold my city up...then rest on it......

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