This is a song about "Jesus my rap"

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Every night i cowered, clutched my rosary and jesus piece,

To every verse of my rap

Top dropped down, black on black

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

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

I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll