This is a song about "Praising"

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

Heathens praising weakened legions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

And she deserves praising. fuck all of you who try to hurt her.