This is a song about "Pagan min"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I rebuke his wickedness cause i aint no pagan

Rapidly fire i'm higher than your pagan blasphemy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I'm a pagan and a patient and they're sick of my tricks

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Harder than min-sota vikings, so never perspire just aim for the higher your

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Let's not waste any more time, just another min?

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

Word...bugatiis i just wake up in wait uh min u aint got no bugatti ok..i was playin bitch