This is a song about "Religion fights"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

And all this shit had me questioning my religion/

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Killing innocent people is not part of religion,

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

To race or religion not even women

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

And word i blew off herb i grew

Embarazo, and fights too,