This is a song about "Christian rap"

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

They told me i can't rap

I know what you do with that

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

In the game we runnin' this future like christian clancy,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Or something that you paid for

Christian dior your girl is a whore

Still unravelling rap

You got reason to brag

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

No more lingering smell of christian dior,