This is a song about "Lord held"

But nobody saw the pain she held back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Christianity islam involve the lord

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

As i held a can of nitroglycerin

Wanted the lord to rearrange

That k o d a lil bit of change

Maybe we shoulda held on

That's word to my mom