This is a song about "Machines can beleive in jesus"

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

That night i took jesus in like my first breath of fresh air.

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Prayin kids, you'll be needin jesus when i rage in this

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

That is ran buy jesus' crusifiction, but im not in the position