This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

I keep my money neat

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Two thousand and one years after christ

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

You fried under that heated lamp,