This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

Our history that they stole, africa

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

Sinnin' like a catholic, prayin' like a baptist,

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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,

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues