This is a song about "Jesus on the cross"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Five out of nine broads all get curious

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Jesus saved u on the cross he was risen just to make your life tastes good like a raisin

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Got that cross on my forehead,

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus