This is a song about "He came he died he arose he ascended he will return"

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

He could've died of a cardiac arrest. i only dream about it.

Yeah but god damn when he rapped it he came hard!

Want the title but im always fighting under card

He came home so pissed and he doesn't know why

That's the window into the sky

He can split he can bend

Nigga i ain't never scared

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will