This is a song about "Holy crap"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Cause i aint talking crap

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

But all yo get is bull crap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Call it the holy trinity,

Fuck fame, fuck money

Her mom takin that crap

I'm stuck with that

I want to flow holy like matrimony bells

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that