This is a song about "The love of god"

I'm the type of kid that always mocks love,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

God of the underworld stunt

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

The vikings weren't the only ones with a god of thunder.

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer