This is a song about "Bless"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Ignorance is bless? shit about the fact that's all bull shit.

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Tonight you're gettin' christened too, bless the mic, spit the truth,

Yet god bless them, if he'll 'front his bled bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

Pray to god to bless you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through