This is a song about "Jesus my sevirour"

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

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

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

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