This is a song about "Disciples"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

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

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces