This is a song about "Baptist"

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

The former, position of a pimp

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