This is a song about "Praise"

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Always late but they praise me for my arrival,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Whenever i will come with sound you will praise me

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

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

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Tryna find the one

These days we praise martin

With laser beams and praise it seems

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from