This is a song about "Holy crap"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

You don't mean that, you faggot

Give me it holy shit

Holy crap, man, how did i become the assassin?

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

The holy war, the spiritual troops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Call it the holy trinity,

And dont go hatin on this crap

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

I dont have time for that crap

Dc, wale - nice ball cap