This is a song about "Psalm 121"

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

You know...you know who you are

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You'll still find someone, somewhere criticizing him.

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Despising him, no need to fall back.