This is a song about "Vice lord"

That shoebox shit, over with

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Grand theft auto: vice city too

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

I'm the only god only lord,

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

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

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