This is a song about "Laser jesus"

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

He's a fucking ant and i'm burning his land with a magnifying glass and a damn laser

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

I am literally jesus

And panned out, i'm all in love

Here i go again, searching for love

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

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

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

Jesus, he's the evilest elitist judas

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Dc has never seen such progress

What chu gonna do, laser me to death