This is a song about "The savior of all"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Of all burgers the chips

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Because in the end i can savor it & thank the savior for it,

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Is all of the above

My nigga, its all love

My reign lulu's son shine

Yeah, im the greatest of all time

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her