This is a song about "Gospel of matthew"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of the book of your life

Out of this coviction of feelings

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

Beaches of normandy.

Looking at your money

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And by the way i'mma start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard