This is a song about "Goth boy sinners"

No comparing dice, like the devil lets us smell advice, guilt of a sinners

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's all they say looking boy

A bunch a singers and sinners

Talking about the god you serve

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

Stick and move through rigid slopes with timid flow of the sinners bow

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy