This is a song about "The very unpopular theory that jesus christ was a mexican"

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

That summer i was led to christ, by jodi n jay a moment

Christ. did she go to elementary with jesus?

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole