This is a song about "Sinners and saints"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

As demons seep in the sinners early fate

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

But you never come when you period is five days