This is a song about "Black disciples"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

To their backs and attract the black on black

Sunroof flow so over your head

Skies are black, clouds are red

My president is black

Ha my mojo back

If white was the new black

May just gon' bring hobo back

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And had a good black friday

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love