This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

Peace be upon him my lord

Fresh out the airport

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

I'm the only god only lord,

Competition on the court

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Tryna put her chin to me

Third ward general, young cash money

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And i pray that never change

Wanted the lord to rearrange