This is a song about "Holy day"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I'm alive holy jesus mother of a killer i'm fucking alive

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Give me it holy shit

Give me it holy shit

You, you, you have to pay for that