This is a song about "Christian cater"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But im christian so logically

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Don't call this an attack, in honesty, i'm a christian,

Get your paper, see you later

That white girl is my cater

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I choose to be different cause theres a million same souls that are christian

Spiritually lifted, whether christian jew, religious views,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Be praying like i'm a christian

Hold on you can see my vision

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

No more lingering smell of christian dior,

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

I cater to the needs of myself the complete opposite