This is a song about "Believers"

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And well be at the top with our believers

To all my non-believers and haters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Now a mouthful of these people turns the doubtful into believers

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders