This is a song about "Take it to jesus"

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

63. to ever take a logic beat and disaster it,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,

Relax bitch-don't take it to heart

A working genius, a work of art

I had enough, now you up above, so say hello to jesus.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

So we take it to the halls

Black fours red drop head doors

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,