This is a song about "Loving the lord"

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Closer to the lord regent

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Lord, give me strength, release the demons inside,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit