This is a song about "Ghetto disciples"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

She said she’s from the ghetto

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow