This is a song about "Prayer to the lord"

Wanted the lord to rearrange

And i pray that never change

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Alas, thou hath best make way for the lord to cometh through

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

A complete stranger added me to her prayer list

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

On the lord to visit the city of the saint