This is a song about "Praising"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Heathens praising weakened legions

The jiggas and the tips

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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