This is a song about "Theological virtues and cardinal virtue"

And get caught, in the moment

And remember what i said and

A military mind mean money

And a fridge and some broccoli

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I see a young teen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

It's my last chance and determination is my virtue.

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,

Thats the key for the door you should unlock, patience is a virtue

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you