This is a song about "Salvation"

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

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Tamer from his trainer days, mistake salvation for another maze/

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

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

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,