This is a song about "Praise and worship"

These days we praise martin

My drive is like no one

I paved the way for you, i'm the one you niggas should praise.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I praise madlib for the beats he makes,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

No devil worship, i aint praying to satan

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Unfortunate #cattles, #graze at the #flames, you'll #worship #with #candles

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!