This is a song about "Tha bible"

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Hidden in the mist, readin pac like the bible

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

You're not usin' your brain

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

I’m the messiah of rap, my catalog’s the bible

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I got tha word as hell

Let me call that hotel

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper