This is a song about "Praising someone"

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

Still got my nike boots

Looking at someone who hoops

I just want someone to listen

My drive is like no one

I'm a son of a gun

That i'll be noticed by someone

Go fuck up someone elses had

You, you, you have to pay for that