This is a song about "Spreading the gospel"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

"hop if your not spreading love then why do you even write music?"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

Stop spreading blasphemy, just cause for the mean time, you're secured financially

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Target spreading, aren't you heading arm and leg in

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

All my niggas get together to gather loot

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop