This is a song about "Gangster disciples"

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

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

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

A fucking love bouncy gangster beats turned up real loud

Living a life harder than a gangster

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Sometimes i think, what i need

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

I'm the only gangster who doesn't have a bitch.