This is a song about "Blood of jesus"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

On the right side of jesus,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

By birth of baby jesus underneath the eastern star

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

The truth of my blood line is unknown

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

I fucking hate this job