BOP DADDY

You drive the latest whip in town.

Slay queens are mad over you like Runtown.

Your face is all over billboards and magazines.

Your money just has a way of sorting out things.

Your guys call you Central Bank.

You show off plenty cash even before they say jack.

When it comes to bank alert, everywhere stew.

No wonder your female fans are not few.

Your fashion is mainly, dress to kill.

The social elites see you as the real deal.

Only your pictures cause traffic on social media,

Because your vibe has the power to cause insomnia.

Sexy ladies address you as "Bop Daddy"

Your joystick to them is sweeter than honey.

They don't mind opening for you to come in.

That's the area they all know you as the kingpin.

Going to church is allergic to you.

Strip clubs and wine bars is where you always come through.

In the game of the underworld you're flawless,

Because your dollar bills make the underdogs to remain speechless.

You have the whole world in your hands.

No poor individual has the nerve to stand where you stand.

Your colleagues worship the ground on which you step on.

And your cash does the rest by turning them on.

But a time is coming. 

When death will come knocking.

Eternity will come calling,

And your popularity won't be there to save you from falling.

All these will fade away.

You will eventually pass away.

Where will you be residing eternally.

This is a question I need you to deal with personally.

Do you want to end up in the lake of fire?

Do you want the devil to finally fulfill his heart's desire?

Do you want to end up in damnation?

Do you want to cruise on the road to destruction?

Hell is real.

Heaven is real.

For the wages of sin is six feet down.

But the gift of God is an everlasting crown.

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