This is a song about "Holy swank"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered

Your holy raps are to me

Could i make you my baby

Give me it holy shit

With g's in my pocket

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

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

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

Took my heart away from money

I'm formin holy wars around me