This is a song about "Baptist"

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Our history that they stole, africa

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

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church

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

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

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

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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