This is a song about "Disciples"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

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

I want to feel her in every way

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his