This is a song about "Lord pretty flacko"

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

Oh lord like it's sunday

And i be on the block all day

Fresh out the airport

Peace be upon him my lord

Or something that you paid for

Your only lord/ lurking for more

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

And i like my marijuana bright

Way pretty on the outside