This is a song about "Jesus healed the sick waked the dead"

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

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

I bet you hear that white music

The final war of the whack and sick

And jesus never helped and the devil's a dick

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Like night of the living dead