This is a song about "Demonic jesus"

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

I pray the lord my guns to keep

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

I like my girls skinny with brains

I was born with demonic traits

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

All this kush got us prayin jesus

All we need is convienient love

And i need you to show me love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus