This is a song about "Oh lord"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Oh lord please up in heaven i'm down for whatever.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

How is your heartbeat?/ oh oh whoa whoa/

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Im fort knox fortified oh lord oh my

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Mind your motherfucking business

Fresh out the airport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

That's been literally reborn it seems, oh lord time to cut the umbilical cord,