This is a song about "Lord willin"

Lord just look up lucid

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Lord willin' all this sufferin' imagine all the feelings

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Your only lord/ lurking for more

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

And this will be the song that we sing

So lord please give me a good blessing

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses