This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

See i let my nigga split that

Told josh and vlad boy they were glad

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind