This is a song about "Praise you"

These days we praise martin

He tried tossing to andre johnson

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Nearing that stadium they remained as the crowd shouted praise for my name

And that maybach, let me take em way back

They ask me why i praise like that

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

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

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

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them