plies God wants you to understand

yeah plies God wants you to understand, that I love the way you thug as a Godly man, for the tears That I won't cry cause it's blood that I shed for ya when ya feeling blue, crying out ya eyes to remember who, all the lies that you tell don't worry bout it til you stand to be judged before his throne, in this life as you and me souls be doubled cloned, you got the mind of a killer but the heart of a kawala bear, being soft gentle of your love when you really care, all the money and the fame stay tru to that,p never snitched on my life as you like a rat, steady holding stacks of money that I lean on heavens bread, to be the money of me shot as the second head, and feed all the sheep and lowly streets with the words i read to eat as the fed, no longer hungry of the food that we eat, my throne is your throne so take a seat, listening to your words on repeat, seeing nothing but the golds all in ya teeth, iced out with platinum jewelery for making hits, love to see you throw up them thangs held of ya fist, your evil for satan who is say tan being God, I'm the d-elvil of ya soul as an tru artist rapper who knows my name, and picked you up through the struggles of the dope game, remembering you in remembrance of me communion on the first Sunday of every month, when your filled of my spirit then you learn how to speak in tongues, in the dope game push down with ya thumb to the shard of crumbs, that's the shake of the salty shit, that wins to never hit, but we buck insane to throw a fit, just to wear the colors of our flag righteous free and names written bold in brave, for all who we set out to trap their lives to save, always make ya rounds to trap evil bad, to makem say ughhh to bring down the sad, those who are caught not under Jesus name are crazy mad, cause we count every penny that was made of riches confiscated in a bag of what they had, plies my thug ,my G, please try to understand, That God really loves you thugging as a Godly man you'll always be my evil with hidden light of this plan to bring the enemies down like footstool made of my hands, as the righteous of God march through the lands plies will rise in God as the Christ, with the rest of the dead that's in my life, just call on My name before you close your eyes to take your last breath, it is me Sokchea Saing who saves you to live as my resurrected death, resurrected of your soul just like Jesus two, rapping low of the fame of hewhay, face to face in the mirror for a perfect view, bowing inside as i hear the tremble of your fear, reciting the words of the Lord's New prayer, fighting evil for evil to be the positive slayer,