This is a song about "Sinners and saints"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

A bunch a singers and sinners

When they twist and talk with they fingers

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,