This is a song about "Lord thot"

Peace be upon him my lord

Fresh out the airport

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

You ain’t never been higher than this

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Lord just look up lucid

Pronounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Closer to the lord regent

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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