This is a song about "Holy week"

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Cos he hasn't seen his dad in a goddamned week

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Your holy raps are to me

In the midst of a fire pit

Give me it holy shit

I don't know defeat

Figures thousands in week

I want to flow holy like matrimony bells

So, just tell me something about yourself

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Writing verses can be a freestyle or something written in a week

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak