This is a song about "Vice lord"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

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

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

You make a nigga's night turn day

Oh lord like it's sunday

I'm everything that they call nice

Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife