This is a song about "Young lord"

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

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

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Closer to the lord regent

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I knew her better than anyone and yes, i include the lord,

Pronounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

"whose this nimble lord with a halo"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Start blessing the lord for my attention,

My talent should take me places i've never been

That's important to me, important you see to trust the lord,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored