This is a song about "Heretic"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

When i was reading a heathen his rites

They'll have to rename this one

They crowning me a heathen

Never heathen, always one for religious beacons/

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Never been a traitor.. your jealousy making me even greater

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Be stronger than life and don't get beaten, and cause u ain't a heathen life will never treason

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

It's not making sense to you right now but

In the face of any heathen believing that he's achieving my

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

And this will be the song that we sing

This heathen is breathing and heaving