This is a song about "Believers"

Now a mouthful of these people turns the doubtful into believers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And i get it cheaper, i cop bricks like sneakers

I gun down all creatures, believers, preachers and leaders!

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

And well be at the top with our believers

Lord's messengers flank in..lesser jerks crack up..weak believers..this lesson of theirs is rough/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

All my non believers i'm more vicious than they know,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

To all my non-believers and haters