This is a song about "Catholics"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

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

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Got the priest reading sermons for the catholics,

So here i am at the store for some chips

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids