This is a song about "Lord chin chin"

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

He appreciates your support

Praise to the heavenly lord.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

Closer to the lord regent

Im happier when high and drunk

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

I'm the only god only lord,

Basketball is my favorite sport

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

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

Tryna put her chin to me

No it ain't easy