This is a song about "Praise god"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Been making a new cd's, i hope it's getting your praise

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Before you become so well-done, his praise is seldom

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Leaving god undefeated

She's cute but her forehead's big

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

With laser beams and praise it seems

Listen to the church praise while i watch the water raise

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space