This is a song about "Salvation"

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

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

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

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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