This is a song about "Disciples of jesus"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Stop blamin me for everything, jesus

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

The 2.0 feelin like when jesus came back, the hulio of rap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I mean seriously, jesus

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Together all the timethought it was true love