This is a song about "Vice lord"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Girl you know that you’re my vice

You say prasie the lord

Competition on the court

Grand theft auto: vice city too

It may be not the same for you

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

And then it get boring till you add vice

Closer to the lord regent

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys