This is a song about "Baptist"

Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Weight on my chest like i body build

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list