This is a song about "Our father who art in heaven"

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Cause i was the one who lost my father

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

No matter , what we know who was victor in our minds

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Heaven while am study in the

Just a little nigga

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

In this known art of wits