This is a song about "My saviour jesus chr"

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Every night i cowered, clutched my rosary and jesus piece,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Fuck the lord, god and jesus can suck my saggy nuts

We vegetables, on them record labels

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.

Jesus piece around my neck

You already know you're dead

Jesus christ and shawn carter are my only idols

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread