This is a song about "Believing in god"

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Cos i ain't working all night in god damn vein

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Believing what they say yeah we pretty consistent

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt