This is a song about "Clean faith in god"

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Driving my car to a foreign place

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Cause i'm knee-deep in it and need a tp roll to keep it clean

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Please have faith in my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

Anyplace, deface, disgracing faith,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Strugglin against the elites of faith

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Get your families clean in quarantine,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws