This is a song about "Jesus dubstep floorboards"

I had enough, now you up above, so say hello to jesus.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I'm stashin' whack rappers in mattresses under floorboards,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

Chomping at your oxygen chords

That scary love, never get married love

Getting resurrected like jesus

Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Humans are 80% water sometimes i think i'm jesus.

Together all the timethought it was true love

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus