This is a song about "Praise the lord"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Praise those who pray but i prey on the sinners,

With business hoes an college strippers

Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

I don't blame her though...now i see her smiling everytime she sees me in my ford/

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Hope all over again, we can start

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Christianity islam involve the lord

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase