This is a song about "Evian christ"

I try to forget about that night, christ!

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

Im troublesome juggle and rumble some rappers who cross me like christ

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

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

Christ. did she go to elementary with jesus?

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Lord i'm ready, born again, hustle, 'till i found jesus christ,

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind