This is a song about "Slum lord"

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Wanted the lord to rearrange

"whose this nimble lord with a halo"

I miss you at my recent show

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

I needed to become saved before another dumb day before i get slum craved

Peace be upon him my lord

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

I'm laughin at em while i'm wallin out o' lord.