This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

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

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws