This is a song about "Holy warriors"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

I'm alive holy jesus mother of a killer i'm fucking alive

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

With such an ugly picture in it and

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Actions speak louder than words

Most of us some holy bowlers,

Your holy raps are to me

I delete they history

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see