This is a song about "Holy"

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Give me it holy shit

You can feel it via spirit

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

So you finally got the nerve

Most of us some holy bowlers,

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Kiddish means holy, you chose the wrong fucking word...

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Your holy raps are to me