This is a song about "Disciples"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

That's not what the preachers, disciples, and nuns say,

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz