This is a song about "Lord thot"

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Closer to the lord regent

Trying hard to speak and

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Start blessing the lord for my attention,

Thot in highschool naw we ain't knew that

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Pocket racked up all big faces

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

The world looking out, they on the front row