This is a song about "Fake religion"

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

See i can only love you when you undressed

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I don't believe in bein fake

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Bringing in religion you're no prophet

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Cause tears falling down make me ache

All you niggas dead , dead fake

A religion and beliefs, a menace to defeat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Can barely walk the city streets

Cant you see the true religion jeans