Lyrics:
My Jesus Has Broad Shoulders

by the river at a quiet peaceful talk with my Lord He found my heart heavy with troubles but our talk seemed to lighten my load My Jesus has broad shoulders

OH!) Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!) Get back homes, I'm back on my shit I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips Clappin my

in Vegas (ok) She said remember me I though I shouldn't lie I looked baby up and down and said should I Maybe she my ole broad maybe she a singer I looked