This is a song about "Jesus is my nigga"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

All i can do is give the great jesus christ a call

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

My flow is somethin like a church and every verse a confession nigga!

This is just the beginning my nigga let it be known

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne