This is a song about "Maniac latin disciples"

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Acting like a maniac i'm a psychopath

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I'm an underrated lyrical maniac

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Enter the mind of a maniac

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

And smack you so hard it'll make your teeth crack cause i'm a maniac

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum