This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

The bigger the the fun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla