This is a song about "Martha stewart"

It’s a neighborhood where nervously i host black friends,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Has played host to a host of the wrong, known all along though.

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

You could say im like louis & clark

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard