This is a song about "No church in the wild"

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Strap the fuck in we finna take a ride on the wild side tell me please

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree