This is a song about "Jesus no cussing"

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I am literally jesus

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

From the back seat, back seat

I'm slowly earning respect while getting higher than jesus

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

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Jesus piece around my neck

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread