This is a song about "Holy matr"

I’m a holy man, a man of my world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I call it my holy grace

Haven't slept for days

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Call it the holy trinity,

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Ima diss you to your song holy grail

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail