This is a song about "Jesus on top"

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

On the right side of jesus,

See boy she been in love

On top of the ledges now,

Bitches ain't around one thou

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Block the pass, we on top/

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Somehow landed on top

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot