This is a song about "Roma lord"

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

Wanted the lord to rearrange

You redundant, you never ever change

That's important to me, important you see to trust the lord,

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

I got something you've been waiting for

Your only lord/ lurking for more

Pronounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

I style on new york, pile up my fork