This is a song about "Demonic jesus"

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Bitch i'm on it, flow demonic, don't you know i'm tokin chronic

Went up and called jesus,

See boy she been in love

I'm turning demonic seems i can't stop craving skin,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

That scary love, never get married love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

My true form is denial and arrogance yet i seem to be wearing acceptance

But i tell them nah, because i like this demonic feel.

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal