This is a song about "Russia protects serbia"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I go to church every saturday

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Cause america the terror of,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Hope all over again, we can start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This is how she want to live

Of the book of your life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

And we go to the church