This is a song about "Vice lord"

Oh lord like it's sunday

Im on tha way

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

I'm the only god only lord,

He appreciates your support

Peace be upon him my lord

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

And then it get boring till you add vice

As he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice