This is a song about "Christian goods on"

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Spiritually lifted, whether christian jew, religious views,

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

An atheist to a christian in one second

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Christian it'll take more than confessing to stop this sinning

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting