This is a song about "Vice lord"

Peace be upon him my lord

Fresh out the airport

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Christianity islam involve the lord

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

Never really been into the ice

And there's little to be glad for

Your only lord/ lurking for more