This is a song about "Jesus dubstep floorboards"

Stop blamin me for everything, jesus

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Five out of nine broads all get curious

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Im gettin this paper and shoot it at hatas call it paper balls

I can too - "a four door accord with corny decor and broken floorboards!"

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But i'm not worried

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/

Cause now she's stored, 10 feet below the floorboards,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss