This is a song about "Vice lord"

Wanted the lord to rearrange

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,

You say prasie the lord

Fresh out the airport

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

He appreciates your support

Peace be upon him my lord