This is a song about "Holy shame"

Every word i spit is holy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

With my name on em, that’s a shame

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Now that's what you call a game

Dis-able it in shame

Third ward general, young cash money

Your holy raps are to me

Give me it holy shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Now i hang my head in shame

Parking lot of the blue flame

I call it my holy grace

Looking for them better days

The shame coves over you like never before,

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more