This is a song about "Josh the baptist"

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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