This is a song about "Resurrection of jesus chrisy"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

Went up and called jesus,

My nigga, its all love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

Don't have much strength left inside of me but i'm anti me; fucked up jesus

So technically, now i'm teamless, o.f. is so prestigious

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Of which jesus christ was killed by lunatics