This is a song about "Jesus my sevirour"

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

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

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Cut me off every time im talking

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

See boy she been in love

On the right side of jesus,

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

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