This is a song about "Salvation"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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