This is a song about "Gospel of matthew"

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

As i light one for ill will

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp