This is a song about "Psalm 121"

You better remain calm for main terror psalm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And that i spent the night with her

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

Despising him, no need to fall back.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

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