This is a song about "Jesus walking on jugged milk"

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

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Had to call on jesus cuz my life was in demise

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid