This is a song about "Lord help"

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Christianity islam involve the lord

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Have to admit i need help

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your only lord/ lurking for more

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Mommy got me thinking i should be a lord

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

Closer to the lord regent

Attention is a must

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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