This is a song about "Rest in piss"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

So respond to this motherfucker rest in piss

We pray while we prey on competition

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

And in general they just take the piss

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

In hip hop history you're piss to me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Spit a poem or a diss before in your mouth i piss

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Heavy hitting enough to make you piss in your boxers