This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,