This is a song about "Holy wanker"

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Give me it holy shit

Your holy raps are to me

It's no longer a new jack city

See i let my nigga split that

Give me it holy shit

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Every word i spit is holy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm formin holy wars around me

Lets come up to my city

I’m a holy man, a man of my world

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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