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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like night of the living dead

Killing these niggas off quick

Spitting out the shit that makes me sick

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

She a rather do the whole navy fleet, sweet jesus

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

The 2.0 feelin like when jesus came back, the hulio of rap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

Jesus, he's the evilest elitist judas