This is a song about "Praise"

I need to free them

These days we praise martin

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

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

Someday, i'll be swimming in a pool of praise/

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Can barely walk the city streets

With laser beams and praise it seems

Who praise me like allah

You made me wanna

These days we praise martin

They had a hell of a run