This is a song about "Thank you lord"

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

You can thank my dad, for the one who forms rust

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

I thank you for influencing me to rap, and my health

I thank you for the attention you give me and everything else

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Competition on the court

You say prasie the lord

Thank you lord so long i prayed, took a little while but im out of the shade.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great