This is a song about "True religion jeans and some jordans"

Nothing good comes out of religion, and yes im gonna hate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

A religion and beliefs, a menace to defeat,

I can always go home and look down my street

Magic city tipping them

While i'm wearing true religion

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Which is true,cuz i know,that some of you

And all this shit had me questioning my religion/

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans