This is a song about "Salvation"

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

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

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised