This is a song about "Praise"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

It'll last for all these crazy days

You see now that nigga lonely

Im a king why not praise me

These days we praise martin

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

Who knows what the

We praise you mandela

I don't trust no one

These days we praise martin