This is a song about "Catholics"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All this garbage and it's nonsense, divided by the catholics,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

I guess that it's supposed to be, while catholics got rosaries,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

Droppin' classics, sinnin' like catholics, burn ya ashes,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love