This is a song about "Baptist"

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Educate yourselves, of africa

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

In a few places, the rest of the south they're all baptist,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Sinnin' like a catholic, prayin' like a baptist,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,