This is a song about "Jesus my salvation"

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.