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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

And ronesha some of the things i said to you wasn't true

But they say we ain't big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

You way afraid, and your religion founded the kkk,

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

They think i'm just some cracker who can't even get an a in religion.

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

And all this shit had me questioning my religion/

Ya'll wife and white knight her

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears