This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

Tryna put her chin to me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Roll up to the crib

Lord just look up lucid

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Wanted the lord to rearrange

He appreciates your support

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Peace be upon him my lord

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

High off life? my nigga not even

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin