This is a song about "Flirting with david in your course"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Of course the lord is ignorin' your rhymes, i'll bet he got bored

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I put aside my cane and i'm flirting with her

Of course i took your mind why does your head resemble a trough

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Stored in concreteness, but of course i complete this