This is a song about "Clean faith in god"

In my god i'm made whole

Purify that woman soul

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Music can't cheat on me, it's the one relation i put faith in,

Please have faith in my words/

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

I'll take the faith in myself over any self help book you put in my hand

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

I slain in a way so clean i've never been in this place called prison

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,