This is a song about "Being a black disciple"

But i still rap like a black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I believed in a higher being.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Or was i just a desolate being

Baby, you know who you are

I may not look like a black rapper

Why we gotta argue

How you let a black boy set you

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it