This is a song about "Salvation"

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Under the guise of salvation i get knocked down on my face and

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

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

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

We must look more at salvation, inspiration, and variation,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit