This is a song about "Finding jesus"

My criteria ain't even that serious

Ima leave them praying for jesus

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

And i need you to show me love

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Getting resurrected like jesus

Went up and called jesus,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz