This is a song about "Psalm 121"

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

And then along came the wrong man for her

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

Despising him, no need to fall back.

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

You'll still find someone, somewhere criticizing him.

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though