This is a song about "God and faith"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And god knows i have no patience

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

Lookin' for these better days

Strugglin against the elites of faith

And a god ive become

Miami nights, ain't another one

Anyplace, deface, disgracing faith,

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

No hate there, all i'm sayin is that i only believe in one god and that's god

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass