This is a song about "Holy savior"

The good kid from the ugly city

I see my only savior is me

Every word i spit is holy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I call it my holy grace

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

How bout we blow this bit

Give me it holy shit

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

I savior your gentle xxx's like it was only yesterday

You be get up on this fly shit baby

I'm formin holy wars around me