This is a song about "Laser jesus"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

He's eyes follow like when kitties follow laser pens, [ehehehe] so fun,

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

All this kush got us prayin jesus

We don't ever make love

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

With laser beams and praise it seems

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I am literally jesus

Gotta go, let her leave

With laser beams and praise it seems

Laser point like obi, get paid you still owe me.

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus