This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Im troublesome juggle and rumble some rappers who cross me like christ

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Lord i'm ready, born again, hustle, 'till i found jesus christ,