This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

In a few places, the rest of the south they're all baptist,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I shit on niggas so much i'm jdot or josh dukies on toilets

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad