This is a song about "God america saints"

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Flow exported i was born in america

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves