This is a song about "My beliefs"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Bigot believes, belittles darwin with his bible beliefs. this bitch!

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice