This is a song about "Jesus humvee guns hoes nazi heaven uzi"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I am literally jesus

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

An enemy troop foolishly unloaded his uzi and sprayed

So let 'em chase love

On the right side of jesus,

Ima leave them praying for jesus

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love