This is a song about "Jesus my salvation"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Under the guise of salvation i get knocked down on my face and

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I swear that jesus is tight but you don't have to use my word for it

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

For my behavior, i need jesus my savior/

Miss i want to read into your nature