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

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

A religion and beliefs, a menace to defeat,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

But still i'll probably be judged for not ownin' some jordans,

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You just do your thing chick

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder