This is a song about "Me being pentecostal"

Just for me being weird in the past/

I can feel your heart beating fast

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

Come on tell me why quit being that guy,

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick